And then there were four

This is what they look like. They are the spice boys. Because they are spice finches. (again, thank you bird picture taker dude.) C (another roomie, not the Catholic) and I agreed they are probably Sporty Spice and Posh Spice. They're in their own cage because spice finches don't like society & zebra finches. I don't know why he brought them home. He doesn't think too much.

I wanted to name them Rudy and Tig but the Catholic's girlfried didn't thing that was cute enough or something. I think she named them Falcor and Chesty. (one of them has fewer of those bright feathers on his chest, I think that's Chesty but I can't even remember.)

But our Lucky boy is the alpha finch. We chose well with him. It's pretty fucking awesome; you can tell he's a badass from looking in his eyes. Though he loves his Joey boy too, he's taught him everything he knows. Already one of the spice boys doesn't look so good. I kind of think he might die. The Catholic doesn't usually cover their cages at night and the apartment sometimes gets below 50 degrees in the common space, with all of us shut up in our bedrooms keeping warm. That's a pretty shitty thing to do to birds. Yeah I know, he's busy with an unwanted baby and unwanted marriage on the way, but what the fuck. That doesn't mean the birds should suffer.

I'm being a little harsh, maybe. I suppose I'm sick of hearing about unwanted babies that are still being born lately. If anybody wondered, I am pro-choice. I'd go so far as to say I'm actually pro-abortion. That's nice happy end to the birdblog, eh?