Little and Big

Little is little. Failure to thrive is what one might say, except that he is thriving - he runs around, eats, drinks, sleeps. He just doesn't grow. And we have started bringing him into the house at night, not for the warmth so much as that we fear he would get trampled all over by the bigger keets in their night enclosure. To keep him company we bring Big in too.

Big's not so big, but is bigger than Little. He's the one whose toes we straightened. He continues to be very snuggly when we pick him up.

Since the day he nearly drowned in the pond, Sage (one of last year's whites) has hung out in the sideyard and the cage with Hawkeye and the babes. He's become very clingy with us and timid of the other big birds. A strange turnaround for the guy who was one of the alpha birds of the flock. We've tried to reintroduce him to the others since then, and he always ends up in a tree or on the roof - and Paul has to go up and coax him down.