Bruce has been hanging around little birds so much he noticed an anomoly: Goober had a poop hanging from her vent. I know, yuck. But poop provides one of the few signs that something is wrong with a bird. We tried to catch her, but it's practically impossible in the daylight, so we waited until dark.

Birds do one of two things when they are having a hard time eliminating. They either strain very hard, or they flick their butts more vigorously than usual. Goober was doing the latter. Unsuccessfully, as it turns out, although there was only that one dangler. So she's in the hospital cage, with a drop of calcium first just in case (no signs of eggs, though), where it's warm and quiet.