Last night our neighbor came over for some of Biker Billy's Habanero Bananas (the wimpy version with a jalapeño), which although very tasty, did require us to keep the lights on longer than usual, and disturb the Finsters. Although all the birds slept on top of nest boxes (except for Darjeeling, Goober and Earl Grey, who slept inside their usual box), Frank did not sleep on the correct box. And there was a lot of rustling and shuffling, and several games of musical boxes. Which all may have been harder for me than for the Finsters, but I doubt it. So tonight, even though Frank still isn't on top of the correct box, since he's on top of a box, I'm trying to keep out of the kitchen (especially with a d*** flashlight) and just let them be.

Except for the little thud, which I'm guessing was the new male Society finch falling off the perch again, since when I peeked in a few minutes ago he was clutching the back wall of the Finsterium, trying to get onto a box already covered in Finsters.