A delicate matter
23 February 2013
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As Phineas has got over his moult, his “urges” have returned. I am in a privileged position in that Phinny likes to jiggy-jiggy with my hand. Privileged because he chooses me but also privileged as it means I can monitor his “deposits”.
For the curious amongst you, here is what a budgie “deposit” looks like.
These have been fine for some time but in recent weeks I have noticed a varying amount of blood in them. Sometimes it is a tiny amount, barely visible & other times it looks almost all red. It has been a bit concerning even though Phineas has been fine in every other way.
So, a vet trip was on the cards. This happened two days ago when I took him to the exotic vet.
Mr EV examined him & confirmed there were no suspicious lumps or bumps in that area. He said there was a very, very slight inflammation, most probably due to “over-activity”. He asked lots of questions about his general well-being & I got the impression that the blood in semen requires other symptoms to be regarded as a potential problem. There are apparently options such as sterilisation (:0) & hormone injections (:0) but Mr EV felt these were not applicable in this instance.
I felt some relief after the visit, particularly as there were no lumps. Budgies are so susceptible to tumours & growths that confirmation there was nothing wrong in that area was welcome.
Phineas was a good boy throughout the ordeal. I could not help but compare his stay in the travel cage with that of the puddings. The girls were always very put out & found it totally unacceptable. After the initial surprise, Phineas seemed far more adaptable & accommodating of “his lot”. He even preened in the car on the way to the vet. Of course his return was very noisy, with him & the toyboys shouting out. I popped the travel cage on the coffee table whilst I let the toyboys out & they immediately flew over to him, no doubt to hear what adventure he had been on.
Strangely, Phineas could not for the life of him find the open door of the travel cage! Rather than grab him again, I unclipped the cage & moved it on its side so he could exit from the bottom. Silly boy!
He has since had a good talking to & I have told him to “tie a knot in it”. However, I fear he was not listening to me….
Mr Jiggy-Jiggy himself