I took this (mediocre) photo of Frank on a concrete perch a few days ago. I'd really hoped these perches would keep his toenails trimmed enough to stave off abrasions. No such luck. He sits on the concrete perch regularly, but he still gets abrasions on his toes.

The bad news is, he still seems to be favoring that one foot. The good news is, he's still curious about the world around him. Specifically, the male birds around him. Tea was singing his Hunka Hunka Burning Love song, and dancing his Hunka Hunka Burning Love dance to Earl Grey, and Frank flew right over to check it all out. A little later, somebody was singing (and dancing?) inside a nest box, presumably to Bosco since that's the bird I could see, and Frank flew into the air toward the box. He decided mid-flight that he wasn't going to see any action, though, and flew back to the perch.

So, his toe might still hurt, but it can't be all that bad. I hope. He's also been singing his own Hunka Hunka Burning Love song, which is another good sign that he's feeling well.