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Lennie & Dalai

 

Tumbleweeds in the Villa

When we lost Phineas, Bezukhov made it clear he considered the Silver Villa Phinny’s domain.  Though Bezukhov & Phineas originally moved into the Villa at the same time, its location was/is the same as the Ferplast, which was definitely Phinny’s home.  If you recall, when Phineas arrived, Cagney & Bezukhov did not want him to sleep overnight with them so Phineas had a cage all to himself, at least at bedtime.  So it seems that by location, Bezukhov regarded the Villa as Phinny’s.

Bezukhov found it difficult to go in the Villa without Phinny’s presence.  He quickly decided that bedtime would switch back to the Manor.  Dalai followed him there.

During the day, he avoided the inside of the Villa.  On top & around the outside of it was fine, but he was not comfortable going inside.  It took a couple of weeks for him to venture inside to drink the water or chew the iodine block but he generally just took what he needed & then got out – he did not linger.  Gradually, as Dalai spent time in the Villa, Bezukhov’s visits got longer & over the following weeks Bezukhov began to sit in the Villa & even eat in there.  He now appears quite relaxed in there, but bedtime is still in the Manor.

 

Note: Check out the difference in feet colour between Bezukhov & Dalai.

 

 

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….

 

 

Side step speed footwork

Phineas still likes to regurgitate to my finger or thumb.  There are several locations where he prefers this activity to happen.  One location is on the open door of the Ferplast.  This flat area showcases nicely his habit of interspersing regurgitation with side step speed footwork.

 

 

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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Old habits die hard

Some time ago, January 2011, I posted that Bezukhov likes to feel food beneath his feet.  Old habits die hard.  He still likes to feel food beneath his feet, especially a broccoli floret.

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