I'd been trying to pretend everything was fine, but when I saw Frank eating seeds standing on one foot, I knew it was time for action. Bruce did the catching, well after dark, using the bird-friendly net. Once caught (and the catching went easily), the bird fits in the bottom of the net, the handle is turned slightly, and the rim forms a hands-free barrier. The net can then be carried to a spot (in my case, the bathroom) where first-aid items are set out and ready, and doors can be closed in case the bird gets away.

Frank did have an abrasion on his foot, and it was worse than I've seen before. Feeling guilty that I hadn't taken care of this sooner, I quickly trimmed a few toenails, and smeared the abrasion with anti-bacterial ointment. And no, it wasn't that easy — it never is! Frank got away from me once. That's why I do this in the bathroom, so the bird can't get too far away. Unfortunately, Frank got momentarily stuck behind the cabinet, but he emerged unscathed. Phew.

Into the hospital cage, where he had a (near) midnight snack. That cheered me up a bit, until I peeked in a few times and he was still on the food dish. That didn't seem right. Frank has been in the hospital cage before, and he always sleeps on a perch. Maybe the dish is more comfortable for his owie toe.