It was just his size, so naturally, I picked it for him.

Tomorrow Titus McFlightus will be spending the day in his cage at the base, getting used to the sights and sounds there, the wind in the trees and the gurgle of the water in the trout pond.  In the days to follow, we’ll begin opening his cage for him, hoping he’ll learn to frolic with the group of cedar waxwings that lives in the trees there — some of those birds are his siblings and original family!  There’s something kind of beautiful and right about placing the wild back out in the wild.  I’ll miss him dearly.  Wish us (and him) luck!