Couscous is back with her "tribe". I left the hospital cage door open for her on Sunday morning. It took her less than a minute to make her departure. Her toes did not fully recover, but this was pretty much her condition before this horrible misadventure.
She was a little wobbly for the first 5 minutes of freedom but has adjusted so well that I could not identify her this morning--even upon close inspection. Whatever use of her toes is gone, she is managing well without them.
Her convalescing cage was in the dining room. I just now came back from the dining room on a trip to raid the fridge of some cheese, and passed the cage which is still there. I miss her. We had a standing date every night at 11:30 for the past 2 weeks. I would take her in a towel and scratch her head--they like that--talk to her and comfort her before giving her the doses of succinor and baytril. I think she knew I was trying to help, and now she's back with her family. I'm glad about that, but a little bit sad too. Birds are so sweet up close and personal. Doesn't take long to grow close.
Of course, I don't miss the "heaviness" of the situation and I'm glad the ordeal is over. A weight is lifted. I won't miss having to give her medicine twice a day. But I do miss her a bit.
Sweet, sweet, love birds.