It seemed more like a cut/scrape than a feather wound, though one of his blood feathers was also bleeding, and he pulled it out himself and handed it to me. The *scrape* is still there though.....right at the edge of his wing, on his skin. He's fine.....a little quiet and still mad at me for washing him and applying corn starch to his wound, but otherwise he's ok. He needs to learn to stop being a nawteefid though. The other day he was about to jump downstairs, from upstairs, with no worries in his mind. If I wasn't there, he would have done it. I know my dad's going to freak out when I tell him how much he bled. He always worries when something happens to his little Popcorn boy.