The alarming sight of Raspy stumbling across the Ferplast, as reported in my previous post, made me search (again) for an avian vet. Mr Vet who has been seeing the puddings recently is really Mr Exotic Vet. What I needed was a Mr Avian Vet.
When I first got the puddings, I took them to an avian vet for a check up. He then retired (I do not believe it was related to his encounter with the puddings). However, during my search this week, I found that he has semi-retired & has surgeries on certain days at different practices. The nearest one was about a 45 minute drive away but he is only there once a fortnight. Fortunately, that day was just a few days away so I booked both puddings in – Raspy for her balance problem & Atilla for her lumps & bumps.
As you know, I was so concerned about Raspy that I took her the next day to see Mr Vet & I am pleased to say that with a little rest, she has been improving.
Anyway, this meant that Atilla was now the prime patient for Mr Avian Vet.
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The night before the special trip, out came the travel cage again…. You should have seen Raspy give it a wide berth when she flew past!
How to get Atilla in though?
Well, I was very lucky as she flew to the side of the Manor & whereas usually I would offer my finger for her to step up, this time, I cupped my hands around her & with a little juggling to stop her from escaping, managed to get her into the travel cage!
Unlike Raspy, she did not settle at all. She was most indignant at being put into such unglamorous surroundings! And Cagney? Oh boy…. he could not understand why he was unable get to his girl! I could not risk letting him in (as I did Bezukhov with Raspy) to give Atilla a kiss as I knew Atilla would barge her way out the second the door was opened. So, it had to be “cold turkey” for the couple.
It was a tough night for them. Cagney took ages to settle in the Manor, & in the end, perched on the peg at the front of the cage directly where he could see his girl, a couple of yards away in the small cage. I do not think Atilla slept at all…. she looked quite bleary eyed the next morning.
Fortunately, the appointment was in the morning. I wrapped up the travel cage & took Atilla out the room. Cagney was going spare at this point. 😦
Atilla coped well during the car journey & shouted a good few times. We arrived at the vets with just 5 minutes to spare so were not waiting long before being called in.
Mr Avian Vet asked lots of questions about Atilla’s diet, her background, her living quarters & her exercise levels. He then gave her a prod & a poke. Atilla was very, very vocal at this point & Mr Avian Vet’s assistant promptly gave her a cloth to chew on.
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Mr Avian Vet’s expertise could very easily be measured by the fact that Atilla had no chance of giving him a bite!
So, we know Atilla has fatty lumps….. but what was his verdict?
He agreed about her fatty lumps, however, he said that underneath her “undercarriage” lump was a hernia.
Dietary changes are the first thing to do, most of which I do already. The only addition is to increase her iodine intake. This can be done by feeding seaweed or scraping iodine block over seed.
We are to report back to him in 2 months time. The best we can do is contain the lumps & hernia.
So, consultation over & just the drive home before Atilla could be reunited with her flock. For all I knew there was anarchy at home with no flock boss!
Atilla was more vocal on the drive home & shouted quite a lot. I sensed that she knew the worst bit was over & the best was to come. On our return, she shouted even more when she heard the others. As I took her into the room, the feathers on her head were all stood up with excitement!
I did not waste any time getting her back to the Manor & to Cagney!
Cagney was besides himself with joy at having her back. To say he was on her back within 10 seconds is not an understatement! However, she shook him off as she had to inspect the Manor first. She had a seed out of each pot, some water & sat on each perch & once she was satisfied everything was how she had left it, boogie-woogie could commence!