And you thought Swifts were difficult

My dearest Angit finds herself trying to nurse a bee-eater back to health. We're not sure what's wrong with it, except that it was underweight when it was picked up by a passing opera singer. Based on meagre advice (who knows what to give a hungry bee-eater, and please don't say bees?), Angit is getting food into it, though it isn't easy to get past that loooong beak. The bird is becoming more active now and maybe, just maybe, it will eventually be strong enough to fly.
By the way, the fact that the finder was an opera singer is irrelevant, but you know what they say "It isn't over till the fat lady sings". If dogfood and scrambled egg and ants don't do the trick, maybe a quick burst of La Donna e Mobile might get the bird back into the air.