I answered the phone around 10 last night.
"Do you know how to catch a finch?"
Betty is finch-sitting.
The neighbors, whose daughter has four finches, went on vacation for a week. And asked my mom if she could feed and water their finches.
I called the other day and there were all these funny little finch-noises in the background.
They are, according to her, adorable.
It turns out they're also fast. And if they get out of their cage?
Very uninterested in going back in.
Nick was all, "Uh oh, they've had a taste of freedom. They're not voluntarily heading back to the cage anytime soon.
So there are two in and two out. And last night the two out were having a great time hanging out on the kitchen blinds.
Fortunately, the kitchen has doors. So essentially, the entire kitchen is their cage.
However. This is not a tenable situation.
Nick's suggestion last night was to put some food on the floor, rig a laundry basked up over it, with some string tied to it. And then sit and wait for them to be enticed by the food.
So at the moment, Betty, who was up till 3 am with the finches, is sitting on the kitchen floor with them. They'll get a couple inches away. But they want nothing to do with the laundry basket - which is actually a very enticing, fine white mesh.
They're just sitting there, Betty and the finches. They keep peeping up at her. And then flapping out of reach when she heads for them.
I was wondering if she could maybe put out some peanut butter, and they'd get their little feet stuck in it?
Which would then take some explaining when the neighbors get home on Saturday.
Which is a long way away, with finches loose in the kitchen.