Puddings & Toyboys

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The flying wounded

Cagney & his head wound

One morning, last week, when I woke the puddings & toyboys up, I found Cagney had a wound on his head.  The only explanation is that the boys had an early morning fight.  Despite having an unsightly, red mark on his head, Cagney was his usual self.

Red-eyed Cagney

On returning home that evening, Cagney presented another injury to me  This time, the surrounding of his right eye was red.  Once again, he was fine in himself.  He did not appear to be irritated by the wound & his eye itself looked fine.  Admittedly, the red eye did make him look a little demented.  Again, I can only assume that this was the work of Bezukhov the Bruiser.

Atilla holding her foot up

If this was not enough, Atilla decided to stress me out further by holding her right foot up.  She still does this.  I am not sure what the problem is.  She can still grip with it but she seems to want to rest it more.  It’s possible she landed badly on it & just needs to rest it (Raspy had this problem a little while ago) or perhaps her fatty lump is pressing on a nerve that affects her leg & foot?

In fact, her fatty lump has turned into two fatty lumps…. 😦

Atilla laying across the perch

Atilla alarmed me further the other night by laying across her perch.  She has done this in the past on the cuttlefish but that looked more comfortable with it being wide & flat. 

To end on a more positive note & to link in with the “flying” of the post title, I got quite a good picture of Atilla landing on the landing platform with her wings spread out.  I think she looks magnificent!

Action shot of Atilla

First time ever!

For the first time ever, I have scratched a feathery head!

The moult has hit Raspy hard this time.  However, she is gradually returning to herself a bit more & today she flew to the window perch three times.  She has also had a little chew of my sleeve.  More importantly, she has been more vocal & tweeting & grumbling.

At one point, she was sat on my finger, giving her foot a good clean.  Bezukhov came over to give her a kiss but she was too engrossed in her foot to pay any attention to him so he went away. Her little head, with its pins, was so close that I thought I would attempt to touch her.  Amazingly, I was able to gently rub her feathers from the back of her neck all the way up & down towards her cere!

Her foot looked perfectly fine to me so I really do not know why she was spending so much time on it but it gave me a good 5 minutes or so of gently ruffling her head feathers. 🙂

To my surprise, I found many hard pin feathers underneath so I am not surprised she’s been so under the weather. 

Just for the record, later on, when I (unsuccessfully) tried the same again, Raspy gave my finger a look that made me think of Mae Busch in Oliver The Eighth……  “What is THAT?”  See 47 seconds into this clip: Laurel and Hardy – Oliver the Eighth Funny Clips


 

Raspy 1, Atilla 0

Being sisters, the girls do have a strong bond.  They are however, quite competitive with each other & neither will take any nonsense from the other.  

My foot hurts...

Now that Atilla has her new party trick, I suspect also that Raspy is a little jealous.  Atilla holds her nerve well when exploring t-shirts & jumpers.  Raspy is far more tentative in her sleeve explorations & has not yet gone as far as Atilla, though judging by her efforts, I doubt it will be long before she catches up.

Butter wouldn't melt...

The other day, Atilla was in my sleeve & Raspy came to the perch where it was all happening & unfortunately, before I had a chance to move away, she grabbed at Atilla’s gradually disappearing foot.  Atilla gave quite a yelp, backed out my sleeve & limped across the top of the Ferplast to a place where she could safely investigate her foot.  After that, she retired to the Manor & kept her foot tucked up underneath her for awhile.  I did not see any blood & am happy to say that after an hour or so, she was back to normal.

The day after, Atilla was having another rummage in my sleeve whilst Raspy was chewing my other sleeve.  Atilla then made her way down the inside of my t-shirt & I’m afraid to say that Raspy jumped on her sister as she emerged from the bottom.  I do not think that even that incident dampened Atilla’s pleasure at having successfully negotiated the dark, armpit bend once again.