The barred owl continues to mend to everyone’s satisfaction, including his own. In fact, he has no clue why he’s still in captivity: he can use that wing; he’s bolted out of his box several times when I’ve gone in to medicate and feed him, proving he can use that wing quite nicely in a confined space—as far as he’s concerned, it’s time to go! What his dim little owl brain can’t quite grasp, though, is that he still has a pin in his wing and that wing hasn’t quite healed to the point that the pin can come out. We’re getting there; all is looking good. But somebody’s feathered butt needs to learn some patience!