Remember the platform (picture pops) I made so Finsters could sit closer to the warmth of a light bulb? Well, despite the extra six inches of snow we got last night (siiiiiigh), it's actually been sunny today. So when I caught Oolong following the sunlight around on the floor of the Finsterium, I set up the light for her. By afternoon, when the sunlight disappeared, she'd found it. Here's a mediocre photo of her, resting with a snack in her beak:

You can't tell in this photo, but it looks like she might have hurt her leg more than I originally thought when she briefly got her toenails stuck in the mesh of the cage the other day. Hm, I guess I didn't write about that, did I? Truthfully, it's happened to her a few times, so I guess I didn't think much of it on the day. Unfortunately, she seems to be having a hard time of it.

It's possible that Bosco died of the added stress of a broken leg, although — like Oolong — we'd already decided she was old and fat. Where "old and fat" is a general description of a Society finch in its old, old age: prone to napping and eating a lot, nearing death. It's not the first time we've worried about Oolong lately. And as always, while I am happy to see her take advantage of the warmth of the light bulb, I am sorry to see her do it.

Harley has been Absolutely Fascinated by the new element in his realm: the extension cord that — due to an unfortunate confluence of small spaces and sub-standard electrical wiring — is currently snaking from behind the toaster oven, over the stove, and to the light fixture currently warming Oolong. I use the word "snaking" quite deliberately, because I'm pretty sure that's what Harley thinks it is. He is usually pretty good at accepting new things in his environment, but this thing is clearly Wrong.

Don't worry, I'll tuck it out of his sight, behind the stove, once he's ready to move from his perch. Because behind the stove is a much better place to drape an electrical cord than on top of one — right?

Meanwhile, when Harley ran across the bed last night to bite Bruce's toes, we realized he isn't limping as much. Good news.