Puddings & Toyboys

A blog about my beautiful budgies.

I survived evil

The day started off in a normal way.  Both Toyboys & Phineas were out & about whilst I cleaned their cages.  Bezukhov went to the window perch & sat watching some wood pigeons eating bread that a neighbour had put out.  Phineas joined him at the window to watch the pigeon banquet.  Cagney watched all proceedings from the top of the manor.  All was good in the world.

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Then.

All hell broke loose!

Three large seagulls swooped & dived past the window!  They were after the pigeons’ bread.  We do not normally get seagulls ’round these parts.  They looked ginormous, especially when they flew close to the window.

everystockphoto-seagull_271152_lAs soon as the seagulls made their scary appearance, Bezukhov & Phineas shot back to the manor in a millisecond.  I was transfixed by the beauty of these birds flying in our ‘back yard’.  When I turned to check my boys were okay, I saw Cagney & Bezukhov on top of the manor, but where was Phineas?  (I hate these moments!)

He was not on the manor.  He was not in the manor.  He was not in the ferplast.   Maybe, in his panic, he had fallen down the back of the manor.  I peered past the covers thinking he may be lodged between the manor & the wall but I had been cleaning the cage so it was pulled out from the wall.  Phineas had slipped all the way down & was on the shelf underneath.  There is a large box on that shelf & he was behind it, in the far corner.  Not looking very happy to say the least.

(BTW, why, when a bird is ‘lost’, the bird in question & the others, all go silent & give you no indication of his/her whereabouts?!)

I put a long perch down the side towards Phinny so he could climb on & get out but he is not used to ‘stepping up’ in this way so just looked at it like mad.  I then wheeled the manor out a bit more so I could reach in with my arm & offer him my flat palm.  He was still in a state of anxiety & did not step on so I pushed up against his belly to encourage him, which worked.  A few seconds later he was deposited on the perch on the outside of the ferplast, looking no worse for wear, though still confused.

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It took all of them about half an hour to recover from the appearance of the seagulls.

I thought the title of this post was a little dramatic but Phineas insisted it was accurate… so who am I argue?

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Déjà vu

Last week, Bezukhov went to the vet &, amongst other things, gave a blood sample.  The result of this was due 2 or 3 days later.  Unfortunately, the laboratory said there was not enough ‘plasma section’ in the blood sample. His red & white blood cells were tested & all was fine there but the test they could not do was for the important bit. Apparently this can happen in small animals due to the small volumes they are dealing with.

The only thing to do was bring Bezukhov back to the vet & get another blood sample.  This happened today, exactly 7 days after the previous one & in fact at the same time too.  Poor Bezukhov must have had a sense of déjà vu.  I know I did.

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After bundling Bezukhov up in the travel cage we made our way to the vet’s.

Me & my sticky horns

Me & my sticky horns

When we arrived, Ms Exotic Hospital Vet (EHV) whisked him away into the consulting room, whilst I sat in the waiting room, worrying.  After about 20 minutes, she brought him out & said he was still groggy.  She had wanted him to sit on the floor for a bit but he insisted on sitting on the perch even though he was still swaying.  Ms EHV said he did make a bid for freedom just as the anaesthetic wore off & I think she was impressed with his derring-do intention, even if he was too groggy to get far.

Last time, she attempted to clean off some of the sticky, syrupy medication on his cheek & chin feathers & she did quite a good job.  He was left with two patches either side of his beak though, that over the days morphed into two little horns.  Whilst he was under the anaesthetic today, she had another go at cleaning up the horns feathers.  He is certainly looking less sticky now.

Mama, I'm ready to come out now...

Mama, I’m ready to come out now…

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A tentative jiggy

No kissy-kissy today then?

No kissy-kissy today then?

Nope... I'm just not in the mood...

Nope… I’m just not in the mood…

Ironically, not long after my posting in September about Phineas & his morning constitutional, he abruptly stopped all this activity.  No hand jive, no boogie-woogie-ing, no experimental positions & no regurgitating.  He all but ignored me completely & mostly, although not exclusively, took to his bed.

As the days turned into long weeks I wondered what had caused this apparent personality change…

  • Could he be ill?  Naturally, I studied his poop more closely than usual but when there were a spate of not-so-wonderful poops, he would confuse me by following up with some perfectly normal poops.  Apart from the extra sleeping, he seemed fine.
  • Perhaps it was down to his moult?  His moult, though significant, was not quite in the same league as Cagney’s moult.  Could a moult produce such a major change in his demeanor?
  • Maybe Phinny’s behaviour was a side effect of Cagney’s heavy moult?  Did Phinny not find Cagney as attractive with all those pin feathers on his head?  (I would like to think that Phinny is not that shallow!)  Or maybe Phineas was less inspired to indulge in hanky-panky when his beloved was so obviously suffering?

Who knows?

All I do know is that three days ago, Phineas had a tentative jiggy-jiggy on my hand.  I felt relief.  If his 5-6 weeks in the barren, passionless wilderness were a result of one or all of the above, I was just pleased he had come through it & was beginning to exhibit some ‘normal’ Phineas behaviour.

Yesterday morning he seemed pleased at my offer of a finger through the bars for regurgitation & then he indicated he wanted more.  I put my hand in to see if he wanted his morning constitutional & he jumped right on!  He was clearly out of practice & was quite ‘gentle’ but somehow it still felt right.

Today he once again wanted an in-cage jiggy-jiggy but this time completed the ‘job’.

I'm back!

I’m back!

Welcome back, Phineas!

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Sunny days, mistings & moults

Cagney, Bezukhov & Phineas have been moulting recently.   The boys are usually more inspired to get wet during a misting if the day is sunny &, ideally, warm.  Over the last few weeks we have had a sunny day here & there, so I have got out the celery leaves & given them a misting.

Because Bezukhov has had sticky, syrupy medicine stuck to his chin & cheek feathers, I think he was more motivated than the others to throw himself into getting wet.  He certainly had a good dance in the celery leaves & got very wet.  Unfortunately, the sticky feathers still remain but at least all his other feathers have been refreshed.

A wet Bezukhov:

 

A wet Phineas:

 

A not-so wet Cagney:

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Forty-one days later…

Forty-one days ago, Bezukhov had a vet visit.  Today was his follow-up consultation.

I don't like it in here.

I don’t like it in here.

Ms Exotic Hospital Vet (EHV) asked lots of questions about his well-being & behaviour.  I was pleased to report he was in good spirits & eating & pooping normally.  Unfortunately I had to also report he had had more seizures.  In the space of 10 days he had at least 3.  This was a disappointment as it suggested the medication, though it may be working for other things (chlamydia, liver etc.) it most probably is not treating the root cause of the seizures.

As expected, a blood sample was needed to compare with the previous one.  Bezukhov had to be anaesthetised for this.  Whilst he was under, the vet also examined him & before he came round, attempted to clean off some of the sticky, syrupy medication on his cheek & chin feathers but he came to quite quickly so she did not have enough time to clean those feathers properly.

She said he would most likely be groggy for most of the day & possibly tomorrow.

I am to continue giving Bezukhov his previously prescribed medication, although the 45 day course of Ronaxan ends in 4 days.  I do not need to nebulise Bezukhov with the F10.  He will be very pleased about that as I would put him in the travel cage for that & he absolutely hated it!

I feel groggy.

I feel groggy.

When we got home, groggy Bezukhov started immediately chirping in response to the others.  I thought I would leave him in the travel cage for a little while to rest & recuperate.  However, Bezukhov had other ideas.  After about 10 minutes of being quiet & still, he gave himself a shake & started climbing all around the travel cage.  He wanted out!

So I let him out.

He flew to the Manor & was reunited with Cagney.  He had a few seeds but after the initial excitement of being home, he has spent most of the day sleeping.  I kept Phineas locked up so Bezukhov did not have any stress having to deal with him.

By the evening, Bezukhov’s appetite has slowly returned.  I hope he will feel much better tomorrow.  In the meantime, we wait to hear about the results of the blood test that will be available in a few days.

Bezukhov on the window perch

Bezukhov on the window perch

 

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Cagney & his amazing pin feathers

Poor Cagney has been going through a tough moult.  His head has been covered in nasty, raw, dangerous looking pin feathers with fat bases filled with blood.

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Swing failure

The other day I heard a loud clunk.  When I looked up, Phineas was on the floor of his cage looking a bit confused.

He had jumped on his ttmss swing & the perch section gave way.  Poor boy.  That was his bedtime swing & his all round chill out, best perching position.

I checked his swing to see if it could be repaired in any way, but the plastic hole that holds a side of the perch section had a gap in it.  I decided that a replacement was needed.  In the meantime, I gave him the toyboys ttmss swing.  They do not use their swing nearly as much as Phinny uses his so I thought they would not miss it too much.  Phineas had his bedtime swing back.  He was pleased & order in the universe had been restored.

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You can see from the photos above that the replacement swing is very colourful.  A perch on the toyboys’ swing had a hairline crack in it so I merged it with Phinny’s swing.

After an internet search I found the same swing but the cost of postage was extortionate.  I decided to go for a slightly different swing.  When it arrived, I put it in the toyboys’ manor.  As yet it has not been touched….

 

Top: new swing Bottom: broken swing

Top: new swing
Bottom: broken swing

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Guest Post: How to avoid taking your medicine

How to avoid taking your medicine

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Bezukhov

They say that ‘prevention iz better dan kure’.  For this post, I translate that saying into, ‘freedom iz better dan kapture’.  The single most important thing you kan do to avoid taking your medicine iz to ‘Stay Free And Avoid Kapture‘.  Once I am free of the Manor and able to go where I please in the rest of the world ¹, then it’z all bets off…. No medication today!

A tip to avoid kapture in the Manor iz to go to the far reaches where the human’s short featherless wings can’t reach.  This tip also works out in the rest of the world ¹, where a safe place iz on top of the Manor which iz too high for the human’s short featherless wings and short legs.

Bezukhov 1      Human 0

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If you have fallen at this first hurdle and have been kaptured, there are still other ways to avoid taking your medicine.  My main method kan be summarised thus: ‘Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle… wriggle like the wriggliest wriggly worm would wriggle‘.  In essence, to keep moving means your beak iz never in the same place for longer dan a millisecond, thus avoiding the medicine-loaded firing implement ².  A kunning plan, doncha fink?

Bezukhov 1     Human 1

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Sometimes, the human in question, will attempt to use a kloth of some sort to kontain you.  This kan be a challenge.  I find this next method quite effective, ‘Rotation‘.  It’z a subset of wriggling really, but deserves its own mention.  Wriggling in a rotating way means that when the human adjusts the kloth to find your head, it’z often facing away from the human, thereby making administering of medication impossible (unless the human is a kontortionist which my one izn’t).  The human will then have to temporarily put the medicine launching device ² down in order to use both hands to adjust the kloth to get you in the korrect position but this iz another opportunity to wriggle.

 

Bezukhov 2     Human 1

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Happy 2nd Adoption-day, Phineas!!!

Phineas came into our home on this day, 2 years ago.  He was, we believe, around 10 months old at the time, putting his birthday (or hatchday) at sometime in January.  As we do not know the exact date that he came into this world, we will celebrate the date he came into our lives.

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Happy adoption-day, darling Phineas.

We love you lots!

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More moulting

Cagney & Phineas are moulting now.  Both have lost flight feathers but both have also lost feathers above their cere.    I always think that when they lose feathers in that area, they look like they have been fighting.

 

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