Took Tiny and Moosie in to get wings/toenails trimmed. They were good little monsters, Tiny Moo his usually rowdy self, Moosie more relaxed and spent the time in the waiting room perched on Daddy's finger through the carrier cage door. Brought them back home, all was fine and good until...wait, is Tiny bleeding? Yup, a frightening amount of blood from one of his left toenails, where Tiny'd apparently picked off the coagulant. So thank God the vet's a block away, as Tiny and I came tearing in and the vet met us as we came bounding in the front door, Tiny chirping his mad-chirp and Daddy deeply frazzled and leaving fingernail marks in his own hands (something usually reserved for dental visits).
The vet retrimmed the nail to near-nonexistent levels, applied some coagulant, and also made sure that the resulting nub was almost non-pickable, but I'm keeping an eye on Tiny, as he has a habit of finding a way. But because of the blood loss, they gave him some fluids (OMG A SHOT DADDY THEY GAVE ME A SHOT he explained to me in furious squeaks on the way home) and said he might be a little lethargic after his...active morning. Him and me both.
At last check all three birds were poofed up on their perches making their "contented-chewing-on-rock" sounds and preparing to nap. Tiny is resting on one foot, picking up his left foot and tucking it up into his feathers. Too cute.