Tea was singing his Hunka Hunka Burning Love song, and dancing his Hunka Hunka Burning Love dance, to Earl Grey today. Frank, who was with Sally on the nest box she had defended from Darjeeling earlier this week, flew over to the perch to be with the Society boys. Tea, singing and dancing, was in the middle, Earl Grey was on the left, and Frank was on the right, leaning over Tea to check out Earl Grey.

Now don't get me wrong: I am not bothered by the two Society males singing and dancing to each other. They sing to each other, they sing to the girls, they sing to me, they sing to tasty seeds: it doesn't matter. I just like it that they sing. And they've probably been doing it for years now, and I only noticed because I'm paying a bit more attention now that I'm writing their stories in the F-Log. After all, Tea looks like Darjeeling if you don't look closely, and Earl Grey looks like Decaffeinated. Who's to say.

My point is, Why is Frank so darned interested? This is not the first time Frank has peered over a singing Finster to look at the object of attention. And, Does Frank pay all this attention to a female object of attention? Inquiring minds want to know.