The red tail is doing beautifully, perching and flying like a champ. And eating. Boy, is he eating. Six large mice a day, and he acts like he’s famished every time I feed him!
The only other intake actually came in today: a red phase screech. He flew into the side of the family’s car Saturday night, and they brought him to LWR early this afternoon. Nothing appears to be broken and he’s already “unconcussed” enough to posture threateningly and snap that beak at me—good signs. But his left lower eyelid is slit badly. The eye itself is clear and moist, and I’m using artificial tears to keep it that way till he sees vet Jim Hobby at Smalley’s tomorrow. I’ve already called Jim, and based on my description of the eye, he thinks it’s fixable. We’ll know for sure tomorrow.