So it turns out, Dean usually has his medicines given to him *in* his aviary. He tried to explain this to me quite enthusiastically, through the medium of chomping, while I was carrying him out. Quite frankly, I would have much preferred if he had waited until I put him down and explained it through the medium of dance. He was so grumpy, I got this look and a rejection of his post-medicine consolation snack.
Sorry Dean, I'll know for next time!