When I first met Pearl, he was crouched in a large open-air pedestal cage, covered in baby bird formula.
Apparently he saw his situation as somewhat less unglamorous than his future Mommy did.
To this day – at age 12 this year – he still enjoys being spoon-fed.
In fact, recently he has developed a taste for oatmeal (which frankly to me looks quite a lot like the glop I fed him from the chick syringe in those first weeks after I took him home).
So be it. As it turns out, a spoon-fed bird is also guaranteed to be a well-fed bird.