Due to the vagaries of gravity, Ovaltine spent at least part of last night sleeping on the floor of the Finsterium. He was there at 4 am, when I woke up for no clear reason, but probably because I somehow knew that there was a bird on the floor that needed looking over. In fact, despite getting up to nest boxes at least twice yesterday afternoon and evening, he started out the night sleeping on a perch, so I wasn't really surprised he ended up on the floor.

So far today he's spent most of his time napping on the floor, and living on the millet spray — both eating it and just being near it. Much as I'd like to spend all day fixing him gourmet meals and all night giving him Warm Toasties, I'm afraid he's simply at the end of his life. The only question is, will he be more comfortable in the Finsterium with his friends and unlimited millet spray, in the warmer hospital cage with unlimited millet spray, or does he need sped along a bit, to put him out of his misery?

Not that last yet, but clearly one of those other two.