As you can see from this (mediocre) photo, Frank is now spending his day on the perch of the hospital cage, and not the floor. This suggests he's feeling better, and his foot looks much better, too. He's not all better, though, so I took him to the vet today. I usually only take the Finsters to the vet when they're clearly ill, but Frank gets these abrasions on his feet pretty often, so I decided a doctor visit would be good for him.

The vet's office I go to is familiar with birds, so I don't worry too much about the Society Finsters or Peanut, but I always warn them about Frank and Sally. They're such delicate, flighty birds that the stress of the visit really could do them damage. In fact, Frank battered himself around in the travel cage until I covered it with a cloth, and I kept it covered until the vet was ready to examine him. She poked and prodded Frank, gave him a professional nail trim, and weighed him. Apart from his weight — which was lower than the last time he was at the vet's about two years ago — she declared him just fine. I'll keep smearing his foot with anti-bacterial ointment until it's completely healed (probably a couple of days), and watch him to make sure he's eating. Hopefully his weight loss is from being away from the Big House for a few days, and not a sign of illness.