Both Frank and Sally spend time standing on one foot. Many birds do this, particularly while sleeping or resting, so they won't lose body heat through the foot tucked up in their feathers. The difference in temperature between the tucked foot and the standing foot is pretty amazing — I know this from having Peanut walk onto my hand after he's been resting. I figure that Frank and Sally stand on one foot a lot since they have such big feet and long toes, and must lose a lot of body heat.

But, today it looked like Sally didn't want to put any weight on that foot. Even Therese noticed it, so once again Bruce was enlisted to do some bird catching.

Remarkably, we caught her first and pretty easily. I think I saw a small abrasion on her foot, although it was a little hard to tell. Unlike the Societies, who lie in my hand pretty calmly, or the Zebras, who twist and turn their heads and feet, or Frank, who bites me, Sally's scheme to get out of my hand proved pretty difficult to deal with: she squirmed while tucking her head into her belly, practically folded in half. I'm sure with some practice I'll learn to examine her more easily — although I'd rather not get the practice.

When in doubt, smear the potential owie (and, inevitably, almost the entire squirming bird) with Neosporin, and hope for the best. Sally stayed down on the floor of the hospital cage for the longest time, until I thought to turn the big light on in the room — apparently the night light didn't provide enough light for her to navigate in an unfamiliar space. She's up on the perch now.