It's not a perfect photo, but it is proof that Frank is back in the Finsterium. I was more than ready to put him back home, and luckily his toe cooperated. No scab (and I didn't even have to pick it for him). Frank and Sally spent almost a full minute peeping to each other. Later, Frank preened Sally's head. And then he sat on the white concrete perch for awhile. (Now that I think about it, he hadn't been on those concrete perches when his toe was at its worst. Concrete wouldn't be very comfortable.) I didn't see him take a bath, but I'm sure it was a long one.

I discovered another nasty looking P**P in the Finsterium before I put Frank back. But this one was on top of some pink ink on the newspaper, so it's probably fine. It's been so long since I saw that nasty poop, I'm declaring all the Finsters to be fine.