Today there has hardly been any crazy flapping, although there's still some startled flying. The Spice finches and the hybrid still cling to the ceiling by their toes. There have been three Bath Events already so far. The "original" Finsters are generally much calmer today, and they are much more likely to stand up to the other birds wherever they are.

They have also all gone into the Not So Evil Plastic White Nest Box for Magic Snacks, which unfortunately might be gone by now. I of course put a big chunk of millet spray into the white box before the new birds moved in. But the only way to refill the Magic Purveyor of Tasty Seeds is to open the big door, and there's no way to do that right now without birds crazy flapping everywhere. Unless, of course, Bruce stands behind me, arms outspread, with a white sheet in his hands. We'll have to try that, but not quite yet.

For almost five minutes straight, Darjeeling, Earl Grey and Goober all sat in the entryway of the Not So Evil Plastic White Nest Box looking out at me. They started out inside the box, snacking on millet spray, but ended up watching me while I was watching them. Except for the first momentous time they discovered tasty seeds inside, I've never seen them do this — and certainly not for so long. I assume they were trying to communicate with me. There are several possibilities, all fairly obvious:

1. What the hell have you done to us with all these crazy new birds?
2. Who the hell are all these crazy new birds?
3. What's with all the crazy new birds?
4. No, really, what did we ever do to you?
5. What the f***?
6. Couldn't you at least refill the box with snacks?
7. Oh, and maybe this nest box isn't so bad after all, what with the seeds (did we mention we're out of seeds?), and the opening being big enough for all of us to Defend the Realm at the same time. We'll let you know later what we decide. Maybe after you fill the box back up with snacks. Oh, and after you GET RID OF ALL THE CRAZY NEW BIRDS!