Yesterday, Ginger spent most of the day on the porch of the new plastic nest box, and several Spice finches spent quite a bit of time rearranging the plastic vines on the roof.

Then came nightfall, and the box apparently underwent a Mr. Hyde transformation.

Late last night, after a couple of hours of Finstipations, the nest box results, from left to right, were: Ovaltine and one or two Spice finches, Oolong and a Spice finch, Frank (with Earl Grey and Goober inside), and NO ONE. The rest of the Spice finches are apparently still on their way to Malaysia.

So I asked Bruce, "What am I supposed to do, leave old, poop-covered nest boxes in there for years at a time?"

He said, "If that's what it takes."

I suppose he's right.