Best comment so far: "Many have tasted Freedom. But has Freedom tasted YOU?"
Did you find out why it can't fly?
Best guess is that he had smacked into something, xrays show no breaks whatsoever, no metal in the body, and manual examination of the left wing shows some swelling in two joints. He is hog fat (I didn't scrimp on feed) and should be loose again soon.
C'mon Eagle Bait, we need a picture of the damage.
Right now there is nothing to see but a bloody scab. The inside of my left nostril is fully blocked by a huge bloody scab bonded to the stitches and will stay until the stitches come out. I asked the P.A. doing the stitching if I will be pretty after the stitches come out, she said yes. I replied, that's odd because I sure as heck wasn't before this incideent. The attending nurse added the drum roll and cymbal crash. I will get a pic after the stitches are out, don't wanna traumatize the kiddos.
LOL, now you have an opening for meeting girls at the Singles Bar. I'd also bet that breast tastes like a big Dove. 
Actually, not at all. Because they eat fish and roadkill and other carrion, they are much richer, stronger even to some people's palattes. Elements of limburger, pigfarm, and lutefisk with a pong of skunk. I usually recommend a March 2017 bottle of MD 20/20 with it.
