I noticed that Bosco was having a hard time sitting on a perch today. On closer inspection, I realized one of her back toenails had grown so long she couldn't easily grip the perch with that foot. Now that's long! So Bruce the Bird Catcher helped out.

First he got Decaffeinated — not because he planned to, but when you're catching birds you just take which ever one is easy for the taking. Plus, with that broken back toe, she can always use a trim. I clipped her nails, popped her in the travel cage, and went back for another. Next was Earl Grey who, despite his affinity for the concrete perches, still needed a few nails clipped. When he was done, I popped him in the travel cage, and went back for another. Next was Bosco, who had a couple of long toenails in addition to that wild back one. Otherwise she seemed fine, so all three Society finches went back into the Finsterium.

I've mentioned before that the Society Finsters are remarkably calm — particularly when you compare them to those wild Zebras or terrified White-Headed Nuns. This photo is proof. They're a little like rabbits — when you put them on their backs, they calm right down. Click here for a close up of calm Bosco.

She was mighty spooked after I put her into the Big House, though. She stayed on the floor for a few minutes, and then spent another 10 to 15 on a perch before she finally flew into a nest box for bed. Apart from the big cleaning, when all the birds get caught, poked and trimmed, I haven't had to handle Bosco much. And I suppose waiting for that picture didn't help.