I was doing the monthly (or so) cleaning of the Finsterium yesterday, with the door wide open to sweep out seed hulls (and things), when Frank flew out of the cage, over to the living room, and into Bob (the ficus tree). The birds are pretty used to me sweeping out these days, so don't usually come out anymore. But some garden guys were outside trimming, so Frank was a little flightier than usual.

He flew into Bob, higher up in Bob, back to the kitchen, landed on the counter, flew up and clung to the top of the cabinet door for a minute, then back into the living room. This whole time I was slowly following him, trying to herd him back through the Finsterium door, still wide open. I considered getting the camera, since it's a bit of a treat to the Finsters in my space, but then Frank started flying into the windows. Ouch. So I grabbed a napkin, and finally managed to toss it over him. I scooped him up and popped him into the travel cage.

Once I finished cleaning out the Finsterium, I took Frank into the bathroom to trim those long toenails of his. He managed to bite me a couple of times, but like before (and before) he didn't draw blood. Phew! Still, better that he's fiesty. Then it was back home to rest after his adventure and pedicure.