Peewee has been moved from the small hospital cage to the big one to give him more flapping room. The flight feathers are starting to grow on his wing.
Kookaburra is still in the same cage and it thoroughly pissed off at me. He won't eat so I have to force his beak open and slide a thawed mousicle over his tongue and into his crop, where I then have to 'tamp' it down with a finger so he has to swallow instead of spitting it out. He hates this and I'm not too keen on it either. My hands are covered with a myriad of little cuts and nicks inflicted by his sharp beak. I'm allergic to liquid antiseptics like Dettol so I have to wash with a diluted bleach solution, and it stings a bit. And then it's time for Savlon and bandaids. I'll move him into the flight cage when little pigeon has abandoned it as a night roost. The good news is that he is throwing up the occasional cast of fur and bones, therefore his digestion is working properly. The flight cage is over-run with mice looking for spilled pigeon seed, and I hope he starts to hunt them.