I walked near the kitchen and noticed that Oolong was sleeping on top of a nest box all by herself. That didn't seem right, so I walked into the kitchen, quietly and slowly, to see where the other Finsters were sleeping. And thus was born The Guilt Of Looking.

Oolong and about four of the Spice finches, and I'm not sure who else, chirped and squawked and jumped up and flew off in all directions, and I don't dare go near enough to see where they are now, but at least one of the Spice finches is clinging to the wall about an inch above the pile of Finsters on top of the popular nest box, trying to fit into the pile, and to top it all off, I think Oolong is still sleeping all alone.

(You'll notice that Guilt spawns run-on sentences.)