The finches are getting on quite well, in spite of me poking my camera into their world every morning. There are only two birds in there. Two out of five eggs doesn’t seem like good odds to me, but now that I see how much space the almost-grown birds are taking up, I bet the parents view this as a success. I’ve only seen the papa finch around to feed them- I hope mama is okay and this is just how they do things. Like penguins, maybe? I’ve said all along that I would enjoy that part of being a penguin- daddy takes care of the baby ’til mama gets back from vacation her long, arduous trek to find food.