His name is Ovaltine. A male Society finch, chocolate mottled, although a little lighter brown than other Society finches I've seen. He's got a ring of plucked feathers around his neck, and you can just about see his ear (hole) on one side. I don't know how old he is, but he's got a lust for females, and life, what with the crowing first thing in the morning, and countless times throughout the day. Oh the crowing, how loud it is.

His name is Ovaltine, after the beverage, which I drank as a kid.

And he just fell out of bed. I blame the vagaries of gravity. And those six other Finsters.