Now this really is a miracle! Timid Frank, snacking away at the tasty seeds inside the Evil Nest Box. Mind you, he's never been inside the box. But still. Frank is the last bird I'd ever expect to overcome his fear of Evil. Plastic. Boxes. This is a decent photo, so you can click here to see a big version.

I wonder if Sally would have been brave enough to try, if she were still alive?

Frank, by the way, continues to be active and curious — in addition to today's miracle. I haven't noticed him on the peach perch again, or the cuttlefish bone, but he's been snacking on the crushed shells, and last night I think he spent the whole night sleeping on top of the (cardboard) nest box that the Societies sleep in. I say "I think" because I didn't want to disturb the Finsters by looking too closely.