Update from Bonnie, Education Department:

Came in today to find the GHO in fine spirits. Fluffing to over twice his actual size, he was hissing, clacking his beak and charging the cage door. Which was obviously a good thing, but checking his hydration and re-checking his wing mobility just became a whole new ball game. It's like going from T-ball to tackle football with the pros all in 24 hours. I did receive a small body piercing close to an area for which some people actually pay. Hydration was fantastic and the wing moved nicely in the socket. Because he was doing so well, we moved him outside and left him 3 mice for the morning. Josh and Ed (the veterans) came by to see how their waif was doing. We were all surprised to see him fly to an upper perch and then literally crawl up the wood slats. As we watched, he got his talon stuck and then in short time he just collapsed, hanging on by a toe. In all the years we've had rehab birds in that enclosure, this is the first time this has ever happened. I retrieved my casting gloves (my catching-a-raptor gloves) and as I entered the enclosure the guys asked if they needed to come in to protect me, I said, "No, but if he kills me, take him out." They puffed out their chests and said, "Can do." The bird, incidentally, freed himself before I ever actually entered the enclosure.