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Monthly Archives: May 2013
29 May 2013Posted by on
After the vet visit when Cagney had his long, curly toenails trimmed, I decided to rearrange some of the perches in the Manor.
Given that night time is the time they spend mostly in the same place, I thought it would be a good idea to replace the the bedtime rope perch with a thick willow perch. I put this diagonally across the loft area. The round swing was swapped to the other side & the back swing swapped for another. The chewy toy was simply moved to the opposite side so Cagney can hide behind it whilst sat on the perch.
I hoped these changes would not faze them too much. That bedtime I found them sat comfortably on the wooden perch. Since then, one or other of them has also slept on top of the round swing. So, the bedtime routine is still largely unchanged.
With luck the wooden perch will help to keep Cagney’s toenails down.
23 May 2013Posted by on
22 May 2013Posted by on
As I alluded to in the previous post, there was a toe incident… henceforth known as Toegate.
I was in the kitchen when whatever happened actually happened, so I can only speculate, but blood was spilt. Phineas hurt his toe. 😦
I was alerted by Thomas flapping in his cage. Only Phineas was out, both lads were locked in. When I entered the
crime scene lounge, Phineas was on the Manor. The first thing I noticed was that he had a wet belly. This suggested he had fallen in the (new) bath attached to Thomas’s cage. There were splashes of water up the side of it which confirmed this but alarmingly there was also blood. I also detected traces of blood on the bars of Thomas’s cage. On closer inspection, I could see that Phineas had blood on his toe.
Putting all the pieces of the puzzle together, I imagine that Phineas was roaming around on top of Thomas’s cage when Thomas nipped Phinny’s toe. In his surprise, he most probably fell into the bath which probably set Thomas off on his flapping fit & Phinny back to the manor.
Fortunately, there is no lasting damage to Phinny’s toe. The bleeding stopped very quickly, leaving a little dried blood on his toenail.
It is possible I am doing a disservice to Thomas here, by stating he nipped Phinny’s toe. If this really is the case, I doubt it was done in malice but more out of curiosity.
21 May 2013Posted by on
Toenails have been the focus of attention recently.
Firstly, Cagney’s toenails have been getting a little out of hand. In short, they have got long & curly. He gets them caught in all manner of things, even his favourite chewy toy. Given that I have difficulty catching him, not just because he is small & fast but because he is quite fragile looking & I am worried I will hurt him, I decided to call in reinforcements… the vet.
Mr Exotic Vet visited today. After a bit of a chase around the Manor, he managed to catch Cagney & deftly trimmed his toenails, conveniently trimming off the part of the nails that were embedded in the cloth he used to catch him. When he finished, he returned him to the Manor but was surprised when Cagney did not get off his hand. Even more surprised when Cagney sat there & started preening! Well, Mr EV had other appointments to go to so could not stand there whilst Cagney preened (as I would have!) so pointed him in the direction of several perches, which Cagney promptly ignored, until he was virtually shoved onto the rope perch in the loft area, next to Bezukhov.
He had also given Cagney a prod & a poke & declared him well. Though Mr EV did not examine Bezukhov, just by sight he thought he looked well too.
I then turned Mr EV’s attention to Phineas to check one of his toenails. Two days ago, there was an incident (post to come) resulting in some spilt blood. Fortunately, despite dried blood still on the toenail, there was no lasting damage.
Though Phineas has been in fine form, I have noticed his tail feathers & some wing feathers constantly look tatty. His forehead also looks very bare (post to come), I hoped just through severe, localised moulting. Mr EV decided to grab Phinny to investigate further. He said the wing/tail feathers were of poor quality but could not see any evidence of mites which was a relief. Personally, I feel that Phinny’s feather quality has improved since he arrived, through better nutrition, but clearly there is still a way to go.
Mr EV & his assistant also had a look at Thomas & came to the unanimous conclusion that he was a gorgeous shade of blue. 🙂
After the visit & things had calmed down, I let the toyboys out. They flew over to sit on Thomas’s cage but promptly fell asleep after all the excitement.
They all livened up later on, particularly when Phineas also came out to play, but that is another story…
20 May 2013Posted by on
Another moult? It must be judging by all the feathers floating around.
Phineas is affected this time. Overnight he has lost feathers around his cere & forehead & quite frankly looks like he has been in a fight. If it were not for the fact that he had been locked up all night & was looking perfectly pretty prior to being locked up then I would have assumed he had been in a scrap.
Sometimes they just shake themselves & a shower of feathers & fluff fall to the floor. Thank heavens for the dust-buster is all I can say….
19 May 2013Posted by on
Odd numbers are not good. There was only one thing for it……
Please give a warm welcome to young Thomas… 🙂
Our new little friend arrived Saturday 27th April. His kind owner sadly had to re-home him quickly due to allergies. Tommy, as he was named, was bought from a pet shop & was thought to be about 4 months old.
He is a normal blue (cobalt?) but there is nothing normal about his colour – in real life he is a stunning, bright shade. Absolutely gorgeous.
He has, of course, been in quarantine & has adapted well. He comes across as quite a cool dude. He is obsessed with looking out of the window. It has been like a big TV screen for him. I feared that he would become goggle-eyed.
The plan was for Phineas to join Thomas towards the end of quarantine in the hope that they would form a bond, & then join the toyboys. Life is never straightforward though. Stay tuned to find out how “introductions” progress.
16 May 2013Posted by on
Another mystery. Not only do we have a mystery tail tweaker but we have a mystery pooper too.
Unusually, poor Cagney is the victim.
However, he is partly to blame in that he was sitting on the bottom rung of the swinging perch when the offending poop landed on him. I am guessing the poop landed on his back, rolled down his side & settled below his wing. Bezukhov was sitting on the perch directly above him. Was it him?? Phineas was monitoring the toyboys above from the landing platform. Was it him???
Cagney carried the poop for a few hours. It must have been hard when he finally prised it off.
14 May 2013Posted by on
Further to my previous post on the toyboys bid for freedom, I report that they have not given up on staging a daring escape bid.
The toyboys thought they were having a secret meeting but I overheard a heated discussion & had to investigate. I found both Cagney & Bezukhov studying the roof latch on the Manor.
It seems that Cagney thought the best solution to unlock it would be to give the latch a good eyeballing. Bezukhov was most unimpressed with this idea & thought a more practical approach of sliding it across would be more effective. Fortunately, they did not manage to come to an agreement so the escape plan was called off…
Temporarily, I have to assume….
12 May 2013Posted by on
She would do the air punches quite often when she was snoozing. It was like she dreamed or thought of something or someone distasteful & lunged at the air, in a reflex action. It was also a way of telling someone (naming no names, but Cagney comes to mind!) in a polite but firm manner that she was not amused & to please keep their distance.
I occasionally see the toyboys do an air punch & it immediately makes me think of my beautiful, feisty, no-nonsense, Raspy-Bella.
7 May 2013Posted by on
Poor Bezukhov has a bent tail. The tip has been tweaked at quite an angle.
How did this happen? Did he get it caught in something?? My slanderous guess is that it found its way into the beak of a certain feathery troublemaker whose name starts with “P”. I could be wrong… I have no proof…. but well…. ahem…