He's about up to my hip at the moment. Although I swear every time I turn around, he's grown another hand or two. They're a little pathetic at that stage, though, since their wings aren't big and strong enough to take their weight yet, so they're ground-based for at least the first four months or so after they hatch. Usually in the wild, Mum would have him tucked up in the nest, but when we're hand-raising them it's better for them to be closer to where we are, so we have a pen done up like a cave on ground level. Which means he's walking more than they usually do at that age, which means he's falling over a lot.

I think someone's got a pair of Omnioculars with some of the funny bits recorded on them. I'll see if I can borrow them next time I come down.