Meet Frank

Who knows what sort of bird this little guy was modeled after, but my husband called him "Frank the Finch', so there it is. Frank came home with me one day, because he wouldn't stop whining about how lonely he was on that shelf. I tried to reason with him, and explained that he had a huge family surrounding him. He continued to complain saying that their beaks must have been attached improperly, because they couldn't chatter it up like he could. All they could do was mumble inaudible sounds. So, I let him hop into my cart, and he hasn't shut up since. He even insists I take him on walks, which I refused to do for a long time, explaining that if my dog ever got hold of him, it would be his end. But he persisted, and so I eventually gave in, thinking to myself that if Bear did catch him, it might not be the worst thing. He perched himself on my shoulder, and out we went. I had my camera, I always have my camera, and why wasn't I surp...