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I survived evil

The day started off in a normal way.  Both Toyboys & Phineas were out & about whilst I cleaned their cages.  Bezukhov went to the window perch & sat watching some wood pigeons eating bread that a neighbour had put out.  Phineas joined him at the window to watch the pigeon banquet.  Cagney watched all proceedings from the top of the manor.  All was good in the world.

Then.

All hell broke loose!

Three large seagulls swooped & dived past the window!  They were after the pigeons’ bread.  We do not normally get seagulls ’round these parts.  They looked ginormous, especially when they flew close to the window.

everystockphoto-seagull_271152_lAs soon as the seagulls made their scary appearance, Bezukhov & Phineas shot back to the manor in a millisecond.  I was transfixed by the beauty of these birds flying in our ‘back yard’.  When I turned to check my boys were okay, I saw Cagney & Bezukhov on top of the manor, but where was Phineas?  (I hate these moments!)

He was not on the manor.  He was not in the manor.  He was not in the ferplast.   Maybe, in his panic, he had fallen down the back of the manor.  I peered past the covers thinking he may be lodged between the manor & the wall but I had been cleaning the cage so it was pulled out from the wall.  Phineas had slipped all the way down & was on the shelf underneath.  There is a large box on that shelf & he was behind it, in the far corner.  Not looking very happy to say the least.

(BTW, why, when a bird is ‘lost’, the bird in question & the others, all go silent & give you no indication of his/her whereabouts?!)

I put a long perch down the side towards Phinny so he could climb on & get out but he is not used to ‘stepping up’ in this way so just looked at it like mad.  I then wheeled the manor out a bit more so I could reach in with my arm & offer him my flat palm.  He was still in a state of anxiety & did not step on so I pushed up against his belly to encourage him, which worked.  A few seconds later he was deposited on the perch on the outside of the ferplast, looking no worse for wear, though still confused.

(Click on photos to enlarge)

It took all of them about half an hour to recover from the appearance of the seagulls.

I thought the title of this post was a little dramatic but Phineas insisted it was accurate… so who am I argue?

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Return to the travel cage

Following on from my previous post on Thomas & his health problems, there was initially no change.  However, by the time I spoke to Mr EV again, on the 20th, Thomas’s breathing started to look laboured, particularly when he tried to be more active.  It seemed that Mr EV felt another medication was necessary but had trouble sourcing it.  He was going to a conference & promised he would find out about this & let me know the situation on the 22nd.

Return from vet after syringing

Return from vet after syringing

Bezukhov flying near

Bezukhov sitting near

Over that weekend, Thomas’s breathing got more heavy, even when he was not doing anything.  A visit to Mr EV was booked for Monday 25th.

So yesterday, Thomas was back again in the travel cage.  I bundled him up, with a heat pack in the bottom, & whisked him off to Mr EV.  He was once again examined & Mr EV confirmed he was wheezing.  He agreed with me that it appeared Thomas had lost a little weight (he felt lighter to me when I grabbed him to put him in the travel cage).  He confirmed again that there was no lump in the vent area, although it was still swollen.

The good news (hopefully) is that Mr EV had managed to get hold of the medication: Ornicure Doxycycline.  It is powder to be dissolved in drinking water.  The sachets have a picture of a pigeon on the front; it is typically for racing pigeons & cage birds.

So, Thomas was bundled up again & rushed home to warmth & familiarity.  He was still covered over as I carried him back into the lounge & he started chirping as he heard the others & they responded to him.   No doubt they were asking, “Where ya bin, mate?”  And no doubt Thomas responded that he had been to hell & back…

He was placed back on the coffee table, & unwrapped.  I needed to sort out his medication.  The sooner he starts drinking it the sooner we will know if it is going to help….

I went into the kitchen to start measuring 1/3 of the sachet & 250mls of water.  On my return, as I glanced at Thomas’s cage, I could not see him!  Had he escaped?  Read more of this post