Although I wouldn't say Frank is my favorite Finster — I LOVE THEM ALL — he does seem to be my bellwether in the Finsterium. He is delicate, he is curious, he's a singleton, and he is old. I asked "What About Frank?" about a year ago, because Sally had died about a month earlier. Now my worry is how he's adjusting to all those crazy new Finsters.

Three months since move in day, things are going pretty well. He sits on the white concrete perch with Ovaltine (here's a picture), he sits on the peach concrete perch, he checks out the cuttlefish bone, he sits on top of several nest boxes and tries to rearrange the plastic vines, he sleeps on top of the nest box that Earl Grey and Goober sleep in (which is new since Sally's death). Overall, he's more active than he was before the new Finsters arrived. He eats, he bathes, he flies, he naps, he poops, he eats nice shells, he follows Earl Grey when he sings his Hunka Hunka Burning Love song and dances his Hunka Hunka Burning Love dance, he looks at me. And he sings his beautiful song.

But he doesn't seem to sing as often as before. Maybe there are just so many songs to listen to now, that I don't hear his as much, but I think he really is singing a bit less. He's not the first bird singing in the morning anymore, either. That, of course, is The Guilt Of Electricity. The first light goes on, two or three or four new Finsters chirp loudly in response, another two or three or four new Finsters chirp loudly in response to them, and then Ovaltine starts in with the crowing.

Well, maybe I'd sing less if I got a bunch of young, new roommates, always in my way, touching my food, and waking me up in the morning.