Two 3.6-mile city rides.
I was going to swim this afternoon, really I was, but RDC called me at 3:42 to tell me that he had just nearly shut Blake's head in the closet door and was going to the vet. I stayed at work until 5:15, because working was better than biking or being home alone.
Immediately after the accident, Blake was hyperventilating, shaking his head, and huffing. Pain could have made him hyperventilate; he always shakes his head when he doesn't like something (being told no, the taste of icky food, loud unexpected noises); and he huffs when he's scared. His eyelids drooped on the ride down, until partway there, when he started chattering to things and acting more like himself.
I was about halfway home on my bike when RDC called me again. Dr. Vet looked into Blake's ears and eyes and saw no signs of trauma or bleeding. He said birds have tough skulls, for flying into things by accident (and maybe for rapping on things: sometimes Blake attacks a window with his beak as if he hoped the glass might be another big-horned ram). Blake perched on the previously terrifying scale-perch all by himself instead of having to be shut into the scale-basket like a hamster. He is 92 grams, which is a great weight for him (last year his 93 grams was "medium to medium-plus, which is fine," and I would rather he be "great" than fine, but can a gram make that much difference?).
I assembled a microwave cart while Blake chewed on interesting parts of a wheelie suitcase and put Jack-in-the-Pulpit No. 4 in a frame while Blake chewed on the faux poster insert. We all three had pasta for dinner and Blake ate two whole pieces of rotini. And now I'm watching "ER" and typing and petting buddy head.
I didn't swim, but Blake seems fine.That's all I need.