Puddings & Toyboys

A blog about my beautiful budgies.

Monthly Archives: April 2015

The grey cells

In his spare time, Phineas pretends to be Hercule Poirot:

Phineas Poirot

Phineas Poirot


To help Phineas put his own spin on the little Belgian detective, he adjusts the scripts a little:


  • Lemon: It’s only been three weeks since your last case.
  • Hercule Poirot: Three weeks is an eternity to a brain like mine. Without the constant stimulation, my little grey cells will starve and die.


  • Mama: It’s only been three minutes since your last jiggy.
  • Phineas Poirot: Three minutes is an eternity to a brain like mine. Without the constant stimulation, my little grey cells will starve and die.

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Remembering Thomas on his adoption day

Thomas came into our home on this day, 2 years ago.  He was, we believe, around 4 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 remember the date he came into our lives.


Always in our thoughts.


Are we friends?

With the ongoing medicating saga with Bezukhov, I have been worried that he would grow to dislike me.

Giving him medicine every other morning at least gives us a break & also prevents an association between ‘waking up’ & medicine or even ‘going to bed’ (if he thinks ahead) & medicine.

Yes, I iz forgiving.

Yes, I iz forgiving.

Nevertheless, on those mornings he cannot be happy with me chasing him around the Manor, grabbing him, grabbing him again, grabbing him once again, waving a medicine-firing implement around & leaving him with sticky stuff around his chin & most probably a nasty taste in his beak.

Fortunately for me, Bezukhov has a forgiving nature.  It helps that medicine time is specific.  He knows that once I put him back in the Manor (or not, if naughty Cagney has snuck out!) that I am not going to harass him for the rest of the day.

However, for a short time afterwards, maybe 10 minutes, 30 minutes or even an hour, he needs his recovery time.  Apart from the obvious upset of being grabbed etc., I think he also needs to recover from the loss of face of actually being caught in the first place.  During his recovery, at intervals I go up to him & ask, Are we friends?  At the same time, I blink slowly & hope he will respond in kind.  He usually does, eventually.

Recovery is definitely over when he eats his seed.

Everything is back to normal then.

I am forgiven.

We are friends again.



Hot pink perch

A few months back, I posted that Phinny’s bedtime swing had been damaged beyond repair.  Initially, so Phineas had somewhere to sleep, I gave him the Toyboys’ ttmss swing as they only used theirs sporadically.

Parcel from the US of A

Parcel from the US of A

Phineas breaking in the hot pink perch

Phineas breaking in the hot pink perch

A manly Phineas on his hot pink swing

A manly Phineas on his hot pink swing

Phineas loves his swing

Phineas loves his swing

When the new replacement swing arrived, that was slightly different to the old one, I gave it a ‘test drive’ in the Manor.  Both Cagney & Bezukhov completely ignored it.  The next test was in Phinny’s cage.  One day, when he was out & about I replaced the Toyboys’ old swing (I hope you are keeping up with the swing versions!) with the new replacement swing.  However, that did not have as good a reception as I had hoped.  I found Phineas stopped dead in his tracks on the perch next to it (where he then jumps onto it), looking puzzled, confused & bewildered.  I put the old swing back.

It was then time to return to the internet for a proper replacement.  Previously, I had found it online but the cost for postage & packaging was expensive, hence buying the slightly different (& now I know, completely inadequate) one.  I thought I would bite the bullet & pay the P&P costs, but it was out of stock!  Cue another frenzied internet search!

So, I found another swing that looked pretty similar, in the US.  P&P was obviously high for the UK, but was not as high as the out of stock one.  I decided to get it!  Surprisingly, the swing arrived within a few days & with much hope, I opened the parcel….

Fantastic!  It is virtually the same swing!

Oh goodness me!  What a bright, garish, girly PINK!

Well, I knew they would not have a problem with the design & structure…. but the colour?  Even *I* had a problem with the colour!

I checked to see if the old perches could be interchanged with the new one, thereby reducing the amount of pink on the eye, but they were too fat to fit into the gaps.  The new perches would fit the old swing though, so to break Phineas into the new swing (& colour!) gently, I gave him one hot pink perch.  Would he sit on it?

Naturally, the change was made whilst he was out & about.  The first one to notice it was Cagney.  He bounced onto the open door platform, about to go in to eat Phinny’s seed, but looked up at the hot pink, stopped suddenly, then turned tail & flew back to the safety of the Manor!  This did not bode well.

Phineas it seems, is made of sterner stuff though.  He took the new hot pink in his stride, so much so that the very next day the whole of his bedtime swing turned hot pink.  You will see from the photos that he is happy with it.  It also has an extra feature of a little loop on the bottom so I was able to hang some beads in case he wanted to count them to help him sleep.


The road well trodden

My last post was about Cagney’s visit to the vet on Bank Holiday Monday (6th April).  Over the following week, Cagney gradually recovered & has returned to his normal self, although he is moulting so a little quieter than usual.

Bezukhov in the travel cage again

Bezukhov in the travel cage again

Bezukhov's slightly orange poop

Bezukhov’s slightly orange poop

Unfortunately, just 10 days after his vet visit, the path was trod again, but this time for Bezukhov.  He had a spate of seizures.  To be exact, 6, in 5 days.  Not good.  So, we went to see Ms Exotic Hospital Vet (EHV) on the morning of the 16th April.

She had previously said to repeat blood tests at the end of May, in particular to check on his liver & gall bladder function.  However, because of the recent ‘episodes’, that were worryingly close together, she gave him an injection of multivitamins & also Laurabolin (steroids).  The thinking is that his moult had triggered the episodes & giving him a vitamin boost should help him through it.

Ms EHV specifically wanted to make sure his vitamin B complexes were topped up – they are the most likely to be low during a moult, and vitamin B is heavily involved with nerve function.

Whilst Ms EHV was handling Bezukhov for the injection, she checked him over.  Though he was looking rough, with pin feathers on his head (he also lost a tail feather recently) & sticky medicine beginning to build up around his beak, she found that all appeared well.  He weighed either 51 or 53 g (I cannot remember what she said now!) & but do recall her saying he was slightly overweight but that was to his advantage during moulting time.

On our return home, Bezukhov was chirping to the others as soon as he heard them.  He wanted to get out the travel cage pretty quickly too.  Apart from a few obligatory orange poops, he seemed to recover from the trip quickly & we all settled back into our usual routines.

I am hoping this road will not be trod again until the end of May for Bezukhov’s follow up blood tests.

Moulting Toyboys

Moulting Toyboys


It had to be a Bank Holiday weekend

It was Easter last week.  A Bank Holiday weekend.  Cagney was ill.

He appeared okay during the Sunday morning.  They are all moulting now so a bit of grumpiness & sleepiness was to be expected.  However, during the day I began to have more & more concerns about Cagney’s behaviour.

  • He fell off the perch; it was like he had a wing feather that was about to fall out, but it did not.  (He did not actually fall down, but in falling, did remember he had wings & flew to another perch). 
  • Later on, he almost fell off the perch – he seemed to have trouble turning around.
  • The pink bits on his pink & grey feet looked white.
  • He lost his appetite though had a few seeds when I placed them in front of him.  At bedtime, when I put their cover on, he went down for bedtime seed but did not eat a fraction of what he normally would.
  • When he was eating the bedtime seed his wings were noticeably twitching.  Click here to watch a video of the wing twitching.
  • He was very jittery when attempting to sleep, probably due to the wing twitching.


At 11pm that night, I rang the vets on the off chance they would have a vet on call with an interest in birds.  They did not.  However, Ms Exotic Hospital Vet (EHV) was working the next day, Bank Holiday Monday!  What a stroke of luck!  (I will not mention the Bank Holiday rates!)

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