To be perfectly honest, I think the Finsters handled the new roommates better than I did. I was pretty much a wreck by the time the Dry Guys came back about noon on Friday to take all their stuff away, 76 hours later. But while the birds were definitely skittery, and very dirty, because apparently the living room is an Evil Place For Bath Taking, they did pretty well. Oh, the perch falling off the nest box threw them on Thursday evening, but by Friday morning they were on top and inside of it again. And half an hour after the Dry Guys left on Friday, they were down taking baths. Because apparently the kitchen is a Good Place For Bath Taking.

I even put the Evil Wheat Grass back into the Finsterium for a couple of hours on Friday. Because apparently, I am an Evil Meanie. But while the birds were wary, they were also interested. After all, they'd seen this stuff a few days earlier, and although it was weird and spiky and green, it hadn't actually reached out, grabbed them, and dragged them into its slimy innards. In fact, Ginger even fluttered and climbed down the back wall of the cage to nibble on one of the blades. (If you'll recall, she was the first of the then "new" birds to venture down to eat.)

I've put the Mildly Evil Wheat Grass in the cage for a few hours every day now, and slowly, all of the Finsters except possibly Oolong have checked it out. Well, she might have checked it out while I wasn't looking, it's hard to tell. Ginger was first, Szechwan (Pepper) second, Cassia third, and Cinnamon fourth. Cassia even landed on top of the blades of grass, to nibble on them. Lucky for her, she was light enough that she didn't sink down and get sucked into any slimy innards.

Bruce Of The Long Arms came back Monday night, so Tuesday morning he put the fresh, new nest box in, perch and all. So, we're pretty much back to normal. Until the Patch The Holes In The Ceilings Guy comes.