Fat bird! 167 grams. I know he won't work well at this weight--he gets wily and very picky about coming to the glove. So, it's diet day. I'll try to get him on the glove later.

Miguel communicates with me with his alarm call, "BA BA BA BA BA BA BA BA!" At first, I was, well, alarmed by this, thinking "he must be really scared or in pain or something!" No, it can mean these things, but yesterday, it clearly meant, "I want food, now" and "I don't like mouse. I want chick. Not the organs, the leg." Seriously. This bird is not subtle about telling me what he wants. He'll even take food while screaming. It's pretty funny.