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Not when a single, large leaf is carefully torn off an organic head of romaine, rinsed, and presented flat on the floor of the Finsterium. Then it's safe and tasty, and small birds climb all over it to tear small bits off. Good for eating!
But if a small pot of romaine seedlings is placed in the Finsterium, it's EVIL. So evil that the first day I put it in, the Finsters didn't go to the floor of the cage again until I took it out. How do I know this? Well, while I'd like to spend all my days watching small birds, reality dictates that I do other things. But I could tell the lettuce was evil because I put the pot in at the same time I put in the bath dish. Usually a long morning without an opportunity for a proper bath means that all the birds will take one within 20 minutes of getting that big dish of water. Or less. But two or three hours after the insertion of the Seedlings of Pure (Lettuce) Evil, the floor of the Finsterium was still dry. Evil. So I took it out.
The next day — because I just can't leave well enough alone — I put the pot back in again. Lettuce really shouldn't be evil, after all. The older Finsters should know better, since I put odd things into the Finsterium from time to time. And the newer Finsters should know better, too, since they spent last summer in Emma's Amazing Outdoor Aviary (and who knows what kind of exciting lives they had before that?). So back in it went, and this time it wasn't nearly so evil. While I never actually saw a newer Finster touch the pot of seedlings, at least they went down to the floor to eat, drink and bathe. And apart from Frank, who is still a bit timid, the older Finsters were playing with, sitting on, and eating the seedlings. Not so evil, after all.
Although both the seedlings and Goober are dead now, Goober did get a chance to play with them. She liked to sit in the dirt right in the middle of the plants, it was probably a little like a nest. Nice!
Goober's death has hit me pretty hard, partly because of the way she died ("read more" in that entry for the updated description), and partly because she's been around for so long. She was hatched in the Finsterium! But time passes.
Earl Grey, now the last of the Societies hatched in the Finsterium, chirped a few times for Goober the way he chirped when Tea died, but not lately. He sleeps alone now, but in the same nest box he's slept in for so long. He spends a bit more time inside the nest box during the day, and he spends time with Oolong, but he was doing those things before Goober died. Nutmeg and Goober had been starting to spend some time together, but Nutmeg has other bird friends.
And time passes.
The Finster Log
Lettuce: It's Evil
Posted on: 06/18/05, 02:56:15
But if a small pot of romaine seedlings is placed in the Finsterium, it's EVIL. So evil that the first day I put it in, the Finsters didn't go to the floor of the cage again until I took it out. How do I know this? Well, while I'd like to spend all my days watching small birds, reality dictates that I do other things. But I could tell the lettuce was evil because I put the pot in at the same time I put in the bath dish. Usually a long morning without an opportunity for a proper bath means that all the birds will take one within 20 minutes of getting that big dish of water. Or less. But two or three hours after the insertion of the Seedlings of Pure (Lettuce) Evil, the floor of the Finsterium was still dry. Evil. So I took it out.
The next day — because I just can't leave well enough alone — I put the pot back in again. Lettuce really shouldn't be evil, after all. The older Finsters should know better, since I put odd things into the Finsterium from time to time. And the newer Finsters should know better, too, since they spent last summer in Emma's Amazing Outdoor Aviary (and who knows what kind of exciting lives they had before that?). So back in it went, and this time it wasn't nearly so evil. While I never actually saw a newer Finster touch the pot of seedlings, at least they went down to the floor to eat, drink and bathe. And apart from Frank, who is still a bit timid, the older Finsters were playing with, sitting on, and eating the seedlings. Not so evil, after all.
Although both the seedlings and Goober are dead now, Goober did get a chance to play with them. She liked to sit in the dirt right in the middle of the plants, it was probably a little like a nest. Nice!
Goober's death has hit me pretty hard, partly because of the way she died ("read more" in that entry for the updated description), and partly because she's been around for so long. She was hatched in the Finsterium! But time passes.
Earl Grey, now the last of the Societies hatched in the Finsterium, chirped a few times for Goober the way he chirped when Tea died, but not lately. He sleeps alone now, but in the same nest box he's slept in for so long. He spends a bit more time inside the nest box during the day, and he spends time with Oolong, but he was doing those things before Goober died. Nutmeg and Goober had been starting to spend some time together, but Nutmeg has other bird friends.
And time passes.
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