Today was the third time I gave the birds quinoa and sweet potato, the second two times thawed out from the frozen mix. If you'll recall, a few of the Finsters liked it the first time, when it was fresh. It also seemed popular on the second day, after being frozen for a few days: Earl Grey, Oolong, Goober and Szechwan (Pepper) tried it out a few times. But today, after being frozen for a few more days, it went untouched. I tried it all three times, and couldn't tell the difference. But what do I know? I'm not a Finster. I'll go back to giving them plain quinoa, which is high in protein, and let them ignore the occasional mound of sweet potato mush.

Peanut, on the other hand, still loves it! I am pretty sure if I gave him a heaping tablespoon of the stuff he would stand on my hand all day picking through the sweet potato bits to get to the tiny grains of quinoa, flicking chunks of glop all over and carefully wiping his beak off on my arm and in my hair when he was done. As it is, half a teaspoon wreaks enough havoc for me. Whoever moves into this apartment when I leave is going to find all sorts of dried, nasty things hiding in the oddest places. I apologize now.