After a day or two of spending a lot of time sleeping on his favorite nest box (no, not the Evil Plastic one), Frank is back to normal. No more terrible molt, no more standing on one foot. He's spent time on the concrete perch, he's been singing his Hunka Hunka Burning Love song, and all the rest. For about three minutes he even followed Tea around from perch to perch, to perch to perch. Welcome back, Frank!