scout, the mama bird, at the entrance of her nest (that john spent two hours making the other night. it is a very nice nest). she posed quite sweetly for pictures. i think she rather enjoyed it. atticus, however, is a bit of a spas. this is the only good picture i got of him:
they have laid four eggs. well, seven - but the first three were cracked when river knocked over the cage. oh yes, did i mention that's how they escaped? he seemed quite pleased with himself. zebra finches lay an egg a day for about a week, but poor scout was completely shocked when a hurricane named river came through and killed her children, that she (in john's words) had a miscarriage and stopped laying eggs for about a week (call me evil, but i'm laughing as i type this). once she recovered, she and atticus spent many days and nights, ahem, "getting it on", and a few days ago, she resumed her egg-laying, and we now have another four nice little eggs. we'll see if they fertile, and if they are, then i guess we'll have some little chicks to send back to the pet store. or, we could have some tiny omelettes.