We all hoped we'd be passing out cigars at this point, but Smyrna and Harry's nesting round has come to a sad end. One of the eggs did hatch and the little cheeping sound of the hatchling was adorable. The poor little thing only lasted a few days and none of the other eggs were viable. Our little mom and pop abandoned the nest over the weekend. Now they're back to hopping around and chirping happily just like they did before this whole thing started. I think we'll let some time pass before trying it again. Meanwhile, I'm keeping Monty in his bachelor pad until I find a mate for him.