Puddings & Toyboys

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A special trip

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.

Toyboys bow down to their leader

Can we tunnel in?

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.

Here, take this nail file...

How can we get jiggy??

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!

An unbalanced but brave girl

Last Thursday morning, I noticed that Raspy was wobbling.  She would sit on my finger & her grip was fine but I could feel her body swaying like she was trying to keep her balance.  She was flying well but when landing, her balance was clearly not right.  I also noticed that when she stretched out her wing she did not lift her foot at the same time.  Hmm….. not good.

She seemed to be struggling to avoid Cagney’s advances so I separated her into the Ferplast with Bezukhov, & only let her out to stretch her wings when Cagney was locked in the Manor.   She was trying to carry on as normal & at one point, sat on the swing, preening, bent double with one foot up….. but still wobbling…  She fell off the perch at one stage & that was too much…..

A vet visit was on the cards….

I managed to get her booked in at the vets for the next day.  Normally I go for the convenience of a home visit but this time the wait would have been too long, plus because Raspy was stumbling around on top of the Ferplast, it was easy to gather her up & pop her in the travel cage.

During the evening I let her out for a fly but she was still much the same.  At intervals, I let Bezuky go into the travel cage to give her some regurgitated food or for her to give him a preen, but Raspy spent the night alone in the travel cage.

The next morning, Raspy had to be very brave, as I covered the cage up & took her out to the car for the drive to the vets.  Once in the car, I opened the cover a little so she could get her bearings. She was very quiet but coped well.

At the vets we waited patiently for our turn.  Mr Vet came out to the waiting room & saw the little covered cage & the first thing he asked, through gritted teeth, was, “Are the two of them in there?“.  I think he was relieved to be dealing with just one pudding!

In the consultation room, Raspy put up a good fight!  She squirmed & twisted & turned & managed to bite Mr Vet so that he winced & said, “That was hard!”  There’s something a little comical about a grown man wincing over a bite from such a tiny creature…. & a girl at that! He gave her the cloth to bite on to save his fingers & then gave her the customary prod & poke.

His verdict?

Mr Vet believes she has some fatty tissue around her lower belly that has moved & unsettled nerves near her leg/s.  He prescribed rest & relaxation for a few days.

A couple of other things were fortunately ruled out.  She does not have a respiratory problem or a problem with her central nervous system, both of which could cause balance issues.

So, we were free to go… once my wallet was a little lighter.

Raspy seemed less stressed on the trip back, almost like she knew she was on her way home. 🙂

Once I put her travel cage back on top of the Ferplast, all the chirping & shouting immediately started.  I did not waste any time…  I got her into the Ferplast, then I opened up the Manor.  Cagney immediately flew to the window perch (as usual) but Bezukhov flew straight to the Ferplast where I let him in so he could give his girlfriend a big welcome home kiss!

In fact, it was not long before both couples were having celebratory boogie-woogie-ing!

Since then, I have let them have flight time all together – Cagney has not been harassing Raspy too much – but have separated the couples at locking up times.

A few days later, I am pleased to say that Raspy does not seem as bad as she was. 🙂

Musical cages

Since posting about the toyboys attempting to swap puddings, there have been further incidents.  Twice I have separated the couples, letting Raspy & Bezukhov sleep overnight in the Ferplast.  Last night was one such occasion.  It was all getting a bit frantic.  In the end, I took Raspy to the open Ferplast door & she could not get in there quick enough!  She had no intention of coming out either! 

Meanwhile, Bezukhov was flirting with Atilla, not even noticing that his girl was now in the Ferplast, with Cagney trying to squeeze his beak through to give her a kiss.  At one point, I locked Atilla in the  Manor on her own.  Then I let Cagney in with her.  Eventually, Bezukhov decided he wanted to be with Raspy so I let him into the Ferplast.  By this time, it was bedtime & both couples settled down quickly.

This morning, all was fine when I let them out all together. 

The Ferplast has turned into an essential get-away-from-it-all home!