The hospital cage is about two feet long and one foot wide. The back and sides are wood, only the front has wire. There are two long perches, and one short one that Frank hardly uses. I cover the front with two heavy towels, to keep all the light out when I catch him. That doesn't stop him from flying, and hovering in mid-air, when I try to get him. I've gotten pretty good at sensing where he is. Obviously, this is partly using my ears, and being pretty familiar with the layout of the cage. But it's also turned into something of a Zen experience. He moves, I try to grasp him gently, I touch him with a finger, he moves again.

His foot looks fine now, he hasn't gotten much pinker since that photo I took, and he's even started singing his Hunka Hunka Burning Love song. It's a soft, sweet croon, reminiscent of a bosun's whistle. I'm sure he'll be glad to be back in the Big House tomorrow. Apart from hooking up with Sally, he's a big fan of baths, and won't take one in the small water dish that fits in the hospital cage. Tomorrow will be one big bath!

One other note from today: As I was finishing up washing dishes this evening, with Peanut on my head, I noticed that Sally was sitting on top of a nest box with Darjeeling. In fact, Sally was sleeping! The two of them stayed there together for a good few minutes. At first I thought that Sally must be really lonely, but the next time I looked Darjeeling was gone, and Sally was trying to arrange the fake vines. I guess she was trying to set up her territory, and was just waiting Darjeeling out. It'll be interesting to see what happens when Frank gets home.