It's ironic that the first time back writing in the Finster Log after a long break I'm actually about 2,000 miles away from the birds. Last night on the way to check the bags in at the airport ticket counter I thought, "I can't wait to come back home to see Peanut!"

And despite the allure of the beaches at San Diego, that's really true!

Through the Magic of the Internets, we now have proof of what we'd expected all along: when Peanut is home all alone, he sits and mopes. And mopes and sits. And sits and mopes. All day long. So far the only time I've seen him move is when my neighbor was in to take care of every one: then he bobbed his head and yelled at her. Um, not that I'm watching her, or anything. Really.

He's a little hard to see in this photo, but if you squint your eyes a bit, he's the slightly greenish blob just to the left of the corner line of the cage. Did that make sense? The cage is corner-on in the photo, he's slightly to the left.... Well, maybe you'll just have to take my word for it.

We have a newer camera model pointed at the Finsterium. I'll try to grab a screen shot of that later. Maybe when the neighbor is around. Not that I'm watching her, or anything.