Puddings & Toyboys

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Poop in a Paper Pot?

When Spearmint Perry & Lennie Denisov were in quarantine, I kept a close eye on their poops.  One day, when I was cleaning out the bottom of their cage, I noticed an interesting pattern on the paper; their poop seemed to be exploding from a pot of yoghurt!

I have visions of the lady with long brown hair, eagerly peeling back the top of the yoghurt pot, anticipating a feeling of bliss, only to be sprayed with lots of poop!  It is enough to put you off yoghurt. 😀

 

 

A tale of poop

Once upon a time, Bezukhov pooped.

The poop fell on Dalai’s tail.

The end.

Pins, poop & preening

Bezukhov is getting better.  He is eating a reasonable amount each day.  His poops are looking fine.  He is chatting again with Dalai & has even engaged in the odd flirting session here & there.  He is still moulting though, so looks a bit rough & still likes to have a sleep during the day.

Dalai is also moulting.

 

During the last week, I have noticed Dalai preen Bezukhov’s cheek feathers.  I have only witnessed it happen about 3 times & each time was very brief but I did manage to get one little session on film:

Despite the rather brusque ending, I think Bezukhov appreciated the attention.

 

After the last few weeks, it gives me great pleasure to see Bezukhov tucking into his seed:

 

Poops are looking good too:

 

 

Sensitive and Complicated

It was one week ago, with a sense of jà vu, that I noticed Bezukhov’s poops did not look right.  They were sludgy & dark green.

Bezukhov on the window perch

Bezukhov on the window perch

Bezukhov on top of the manor

Bezukhov on top of the manor

Bezukhov eating pellets

Bezukhov eating pellets

Instinct told me this was Bezukhov’s reaction to losing Phineas because the poops reminded me of just over a year ago, when we lost Cagney, & Bezukhov stopped eating (click here for post).

I knew Bezukhov was upset by the change in routine, actually, the change in everything, as evidenced by not going into the Villa (Phinny’s domain).  He would go in briefly for water or to chew on the iodine block, but not sit in there.  Also, overnight sleeping has switched, at Bezukhov’s insistence, from the Villa to the Manor.

In the days leading up to the discovery, I had noticed Bezukhov was eating more pellets (in dishes on top of the Villa) but it was not until I saw the dodgy poops that I realised he was barely eating his normal seed mix.  Behaviour-wise, Bezukhov became very loud.  He was constantly shouting & often looking out of the window.  Normally he would shout at things outside but each time I looked I could not see anything; he was just shouting for shouting’s sake.  Sometimes he would go to one of the five seed pots but would only eat one seed before looking distracted & moving on.

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Poop bomb

Phinny & a poop bomb

Phinny & a poop bomb

Phineas has a very fluffy bottom.  Whilst this is a lovely feature in itself, it can cause problems with poop.  When a bottom is exceedingly fluffy, the feathers may not part enough to let poop pass.  This means that sometimes poop gets caught on the feathers on the way out.  If not removed immediately, subsequent poop may land on the already caught poop.  Over time, this creates, what I call, a poop bomb.

Usually, with a bit of activity, which in Phinny’s case can often mean the hand jive, the poop bomb is dislodged.  A stubborn poop bomb that becomes enmeshed in the feathers may take more work to dislodge.  Recently, Phineas had one of these stubborn poop bombs dangling from his bottom feathers for about 2 days.

When preening, I have seen him manage to get hold of a poop bomb & then fling it away which explains why I find them in all sorts of strange places.

Whilst I am on the subject of poop, at one point Phinny’s poop bombs were marbled, i.e., the individual poops were not well defined, resulting in a marbled poop bomb.  I was not happy about these as they suggested something was not right.  It was not long after this, that I introduced the salt lick.   After a day or two of licking the salt, Phinny’s poops became better formed again.  Coincidence?  Possibly.  Or perhaps the salt helped in some way.

 

 

 

 

Precision pooping

One morning I was very impressed with Bezukhov’s overnight pooping:

He has almost turned it into an art form!

 

Returning to normal…

Bezukhov looking better

Bezukhov looking better

If normal means healthy poops & a healthy appetite then I am pleased to report we are most certainly returning to normal.

Since Bezukhov’s recent weight loss, he has gradually been eating more & has become more active.  Phineas also had a phase of not wanting to eat but thankfully that did not last long.

A couple of days ago I attempted to weigh Bezukhov in the travel cage.  I had done this on his return from the last vet visit to get a comparison; at the vet he weighed 38g, at home he weighed 40g though the number was not completely stable.  Two days ago, according to my scales, Bezukhov weighed just 41g – an increase of 1g.  If he was not looking & behaving so well I would still be worried.  At least he was not less.

Here is a video of Bezukhov having a chat with Phineas on the playgym after a celery misting:

Obligatory poop photo:

Bezukhov's lovely poops

Bezukhov’s lovely poops

 

 

Three day eating log

After the vet visit, our overriding concern was for Bezukhov to 1) not lose more weight, & 2) put weight on.

Bezukhov not looking well

Bezukhov not looking well

On our return, Bezukhov ate a reasonable amount in the Manor that evening.  The next morning he barely touched his food & worryingly, neither did Phineas.  I held up food to them but they just did not want it.  I suspected that Phinny was now picking up on Bezukhov’s stress, hence his loss of appetite too.  Though they had started eating seed in the new cage (as well as the Manor) the previous day, I made the executive decision to remove the new cage & reinstate the Ferplast (originally replaced due to the medication problems).  I hoped the chopping & changing would not set them back further.  I began the eating log primarily for Bezukhov but obviously keeping an eye on Phineas to note unusual behaviour.

Wednesday, 21st October 2015

Barely ate in the morning.  Moved new cage out & Ferplast back around 13:30.

  • 14:30

Tried to vomit but nothing came out.

  • 15:30
  • 17:00
  • 17:40
  • 17:52
  • 18:17
  • 19:00

 

Thursday, 22nd October 2015

Throughout the day I checked to see if he would eat vegetables.  He had a tiny bit of carrot, some apple & broccoli.  He did not want cucumber.

  • 08:26
  • 09:30
  • 10:40
  • 12:00
  • 13:27

Threw up a bit of apple on window perch.

  • 14:50

Another two vomiting episodes although nothing was thrown up.  He attempted to carry on eating through the 2nd one.

  • 15:30
  • 16:40
  • 17:07
  • 17:15
  • 17:50
  • 18:20
  • 18:40
  • 19:40

Poop note: I only noticed 3 solid-ish poops from Bezukhov during the day but overnight poops 22nd/23rd were much better.

 

Friday, 23rd October 2015

  • Overnight poops looking better

    Overnight poops 22nd/23rd looking better

    09:50

  • 10:50
  • 11:08

Every-other-morning medication at 12:00, though started the chase around 11:30.

  • 12:40
  • 13:40 (very small amount)
  • 15:00 (pellets)
  • 15:15
  • 15:50
  • 16:50
  • 17:15
  • 18:00
  • 19:00

 

Cagney’s return

As previously posted (click here), after 24 hours at the hospital, Cagney was allowed home.

With much relief, I got him home & carried him into the lounge.  Still covered over, he joined in the mad chirping.  That in itself was lovely to hear as he had not been chirping at all.  I placed him on the table & uncovered him.  Joy all around!  He was so happy he started to heartily eat his millet.

I thought I would leave him in the travel cage to recouperate for a little while but after his millet he wanted out.  Bezukhov was also desperate to get out so I let him out first, then Cagney, who shot over to the manor, then the ferplast.  There was much excitement.  Phineas was ecstatic to see his beloved & Cagney even managed make some flirty eyes at him.  Bezukhov initially seemed a bit confused & I wondered if there was a touch of guilt there as he had been flirting with Phineas only that morning.  Either way, it was not long before the toyboys were hanging out together as best buddies.

Cagney was still weak, weary & wobbly so I decided not to let Phineas out as he can be a bit boisterous.  In the meantime, I let Cagney sleep when he wanted (most of the time) but each time he woke up I made sure to offer him food.  He ate lots of sugar snap peas & more millet & even some seed.  I made sure he had an early night so he could have a long sleep.  I imagine he did not get much sleep at the hospital with the interruptions through the night for his treatment & also the constant noise of other things going on.  I padded the bottom of the manor in case he should wobble during the night & fall.

It was mentioned before that Cagney’s poops had improved.  They were splattered white poops but then became more solid.  Because of the barium x-ray, his poops would look a bit ‘milky’ for the next day or two.  Here are the obligatory poop pictures that tell (a vet at least) a detailed story:

 

The next day (Monday 24th) Cagney was still not right – he was very tired & sleeping a lot.  When offered, he sometimes ate a tiny bit of seed or millet.  Sugar snap peas seemed to be welcome though – I do not think he refused one pea.  Though he was very tired, he wanted to come out of the manor & basically slept on every perching spot around the room, including the playgym & the window perch.

Because Phineas had not had much time out of the cage I decided to let him out under strict supervision.  He was predictably over exuberant.  At one point, when Cagney was trying to sleep on top of the Manor, Phineas was running around him, tapping him on the beak.  Normally Cagney would either flirt back or tell him to back off but this time he was just too weary to respond.  In the end, I got Phineas back home again so Cagney could rest properly.

When I let Phineas out again later he reined in his buoyant nature a bit so was able to stay out longer.  Here are some photos of a tired Cagney, his best buddy Bezukhov & admirer, Phineas:

To be continued

 

 

 

A very long 24 hours

Cagney has not been well.

Last week he generally seemed a bit off colour but I put that down to his moult:

 

White splattered poops

White splattered poops

On the Friday (21st August), he seemed to have lost his appetite.  He was still eating but not as much.  He seemed a bit wobbly on the perch.  His poops were starting to look wrong too – mostly white.  The pink bits in his feet were starting to go white.  All these things reminded me of when I took him to the vet on the Easter Bank Holiday Monday (click here).  At that time, it was thought he was suffering from his moult & he was given a vitamin injection & gradually improved over the following days.  I thought that may be the problem this time.

The next day, Saturday (22nd August), Cagney’s overnight poops were definitely off.  The pink bits in his feet were still pale.  Worse than all that, he stopped eating.  I offered him millet that he refused point blank to eat.  Within minutes I was on the phone to the vet.  Fortunately, Ms Exotic Hospital Vet (EHV) was working that afternoon so I booked him in.

 

When we arrived, we had to wait awhile as an emergency had come in – a dog that had been collapsing.  The dog was to be sent to the hospital.  Whilst waiting, I was saying to the receptionist how handy it was to have a 24 hour hospital…

Cagney’s turn finally came & Ms EHV gave him a thorough examination.  He weighed 43g.  The highest weight she had for him was 47g so she thought this was potentially a problem.  His heart rate was very fast – too fast.  His temperature was high.   She said he was a ‘sick bird‘.

Because of his white poops, she feared he had an obstruction.  (I forgot to say that he had also been constantly cleaning his vent area even though it appeared clean).  She checked his vent (well, that is where the thermometer goes…) & said it looked clean.  She could not feel any obstruction.  She wanted him to have a barium x-ray to check his digestive tract.  This would mean several x-ray’s over a number of hours & therefore at least a 24 hour stay in the hospital.

The thought of him being taken away scared me & all sorts of thoughts raced through my head.  Ms EHV said that it was very important his temperature came down & I could take him home with me but he should have his temperature checked again the following day.  Also, IF he had an obstruction of some kind it would need to be dealt with sooner rather than later.  She repeated that he was a ‘sick bird ‘.

I gave her the go-ahead to take him to the hospital.

She said that she would personally start the x-ray process but then the night staff would take over.  She would give me a ring that evening to let me know a good time to visit.  Leaving the vet, without Cagney, damn near broke my heart, especially as I had told Bezukhov & Phineas that “Cagney will be back before you know it…

 

To be continued….