Antibiotics are very tough. 20 doses, 10 days, intense experiences of catching tiny, fragile birds who can have heart attacks if they get scared enough. Frank almost lost it once when he got loose during the day and we ended up chasing him around. He was just a puddle of feathers on the floor. Finally he roused himself when we picked him back up!

The good thing is Frank has been pretty feisty this time around. Sort of good, he flies around in the dark which means it can take awhile to catch him, even in the small hospital cage. And then he'll bite me if he can. Can't blame him, though. Click to see Frank all pink and matted from the antibiotics.

Frank has had recurring owies on his toes. I've taken him to the vet a couple of times, and smeared Neosporin on the foot. The vet and I are hoping those concrete perches will help him. White-Headed Nuns have such big feet, and fast-growing nails, that it's hard to keep them trimmed. Unfortunately, Frank and Sally are even less inclined than the Society Finsters to try out anything new. And so far, nobody has been on a concrete perch.