This evening was Goober's 2nd (last) dose, 10th (last) day of antibiotics. She was much easier to catch than Frank was; he hovers in mid-air, even when it's dark. Goober was much more likely to skitter around on the floor. At the beginning of the ten days, she opened her beak to try to bite the dropper, but by the end of it, she kept her beak closed, and simply tried to squirm out of my hand. I haven't given too many birds a course of antibiotics, but this seems to be pretty typical. Getting a drop in their mouths is unlikely; getting a drop on (or near) their beaks is about all you can hope for.

After a quick and relatively unsuccessful photo opportunity (although you can barely make out the pink on her beak), I popped her back into the Finsterium. Here's where you realize it's kind of a drag to be female.

Earl Grey was down on the floor first, singing his Hunka Hunka Burning Love song and dancing his Hunka Hunka Burning Love dance. Tea was down second, but he was the first to mount Goober. I guess it's a male pecking order thing. All the other Societies were down on the floor by this point, of course. The two males kept singing, dancing, and following her, and she kept hopping away. I broke up some of the attention — although she should be "healed" from the mystery ailment, antibiotics kill beneficial gut bacteria along with the bad, so she's probably not feeling her best. Things settled down after a few minutes.

Still don't know what was wrong with Goober, but I'll watch her for the next few days. Hopefully, she'll be fine now.

Update: 18:02 Goober is in a nest box now, damp from a proper bath, back with the flock.