Frank has been standing on one foot a few too many times lately, so after waiting until he got over the worst of the molt, I decided it was time to ask Bruce to catch him. That happened last night after dark, with the aid of a small flashlight and a bird-friendly net. As I'd feared, he had two owies on his left foot; one on the underside where the toes meet, and another at the base of the back toenail. The one at the toenail was probably caused by those overlong nails (despite the concrete perches), but it's hard to say about the other one. Neither of the owies was too bad, so I slathered his foot with Neosporin, did a quick toenail trim, and popped him in the hospital cage. He'll stay there until the sores are healed, probably just a few days, with one application of Neosporin per day.

This is the first time someone has been in the hospital cage since Peanut got his new play gym. I was at the computer, and Peanut was snacking on the gym, when Frank started eating seeds. Peanut heard the crunching of seed hulls, so I picked him up and brought him over to the hospital cage to see Frank. I took him back to the play gym when it looked like he might climb onto the cage and disturb Frank, but Peanut was just too interested. He flew toward the hospital cage, but ended up on the shelf above it.