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Update on Perry’s health

In my last post on this subject (click here) I reported about Perry’s ‘turns’.  We have had further developments.

On the 4th July, Perry had, what I would describe as a ‘Twitchfest’.  He twitched, though not violently, off & on all day, but settled by bedtime.  I was on edge the whole time, anticipating that he would get worse.

Perry

Perry’s next, more significant, episode was on Saturday, the 22nd August.  At around 11am, he began twitching, & a couple of those were major enough to propel him off the perch.  At one point, he was hanging from the perch by one foot.  He seemed okay after about 15 minutes.  However, about two & a half hours later, the twitches began again, but this time they were throwing him off the perch, on average every 30 seconds (sometimes the frequency between was longer, sometimes shorter).  Lennie was sensible & went into Dalai’s cage, so I locked him in there for the duration.

For about an hour the twitches continued, at varying levels of intensity.  Each time his movement was from his left to the right, so I could predict where he would go/land.  Sometimes he would have a few minutes where he was just twitching & able to stay on the perch.  He pooped throughout, but a watery substance.  Through it all, he did not make a sound.  He was completely aware & scared as he clearly did not know what was happening to him.  The times he landed on the bottom of the cage he immediately made his way back up.  By 3pm they were subsiding & he was able to preen & behave a bit more normally, by which time, Lennie joined him again.

Things had settled down by the Monday, but nevertheless, I spoke to the vet, & she suggested adding calcium to their water as they were both still moulting.

New cage set up L to R: hospitalisation cage, ‘home’, Dalai’s cage

The next episode was Saturday the 12th September (I am starting to dread Saturdays!). He seemed extra quiet that morning & when I offered him a spinach leaf, he had to turn his head at a strange angle to eat it.  This alerted me & I decided to dust off the quarantine cage & prepare it for possible hospitalisation purposes.  Later that day, he spasmed, fell to the cage floor & was rolling around.  I carefully picked him up & put him in the spare cage.  He came out of the spasm & I placed him on a perch, where he was very still.  His balance was very off & he fell off the perch a few times but at least did not have far to fall in the newly set up cage, & the bottom has extra padding.  Occasionally, he would turn his head from side to side & his eyes were flickering.

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Perry Preening

Here are some pictures of Perry preening.  I may be biased but I think he is a very handsome boy.

 

Preening Perry’s head

Perry still likes to have his head preened & Dalai still likes to oblige.

 

 

 

Bezukhov’s misting

I have been remiss in giving mistings.  Fortunately both Dalai & Lennie are happy to have baths.  Perry will have a bath when there is a blue moon & equally Bezukhov will have a bath if he really, really needs one.  Neither Perry or Lennie have partook in earlier mistings which may have further reduced my motivation to give them.  However, a few days ago, I gathered together some celery leaves & the spray bottle & a misting was given.

As soon as Bezukhov saw the yellow spray bottle he knew what was coming & started to fluff himself up.  He definitely prefers mistings to baths & went straight to the celery leaves to roll about under the water that I was spraying.  He also went to the Thomas bath & had a dunk there as the spray from the water bottle was also going across that.  All in all, he had a good wash!  Dalai very briefly joined in.  Perry & Lennie looked on in bemusement from afar.

Here are photos of Bezukhov after his misting:

Here he is having a thorough preen:

I must resolve to do more mistings, even if only Bezukhov is interested!

 

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:

 

 

A big Softy

I have reported before that Phineas likes me to ruffle his feathers.  This stopped when he came out of his moult.  Every now & then I would test if a feather ruffle was acceptable &, though he would not bite my finger like before, he would gently move out of the way.  However, he is moulting again.  Feather ruffling is back on the agenda!  As witnessed by these videos:

 

 

It seems that, at heart, he is a big softy!

 

 

 

 

Remembering Thomas: Two years on

So, it has been two whole years without Thomas.

I have been thinking of him a lot recently.

Phinny’s new need for me to ruffle his cheek feathers makes me think of Thomas.  Thomas often used to fluff up his cheek feathers & tilt his head slightly & that was his cue for someone (anyone – I do not think he was fussy) to preen them.  His subtle signals were ignored initially until one day, when the Toyboys were holidaying in my bedroom, Phineas temporarily put aside thoughts of his own needs & preened Thomas.  It was a momentous occasion, not just because Thomas finally got what he wanted but because in getting that, he showed that Phineas was capable of putting someone else’s needs before him – an amazing achievement for such a young lad!

 

The Thomas Bath was named in honour of him.  He would throw himself in there with abandon & once again, without realising, taught the others of the joy of having a bath.  When I see Phineas & Bezukhov bathing in the Thomas Bath I think, “Thank you, Thomas – what a guy!”

 

Thank you for those lovely times, young Thomas.

rememberingthomas

 

Ruffling feathers – on video

Previously, I happily posted about Phineas allowing me to ruffle his cheek feathers (click here to read).  I am convinced this is a phase that will end as abruptly as it started.  With this in mind, whilst the feather ruffling is still ongoing, I have captured it on video:

 

You can see it is a two-way thing.  I ruffle Phinny’s cheek feathers, & he preens my finger.  A win-win situation. 🙂

 

Getting by without Cagney

Things here have been a bit odd. We are still working out how to function without Cagney.

Bezukhov & Phineas on the window perch

Bezukhov & Phineas on the window perch

Bezukhov & Phineas sleeping on the playgym

Bezukhov & Phineas sleeping on the playgym

Phineas, it must be said, barely lost a beat with his regurgitating & jiggying.  The only slight change in Phinny’s behaviour was first thing in the morning.  When I uncover him he usually has his first morning regurgitation. For at least two weeks after Cagney’s passing, Phineas chatted to my finger, but  did not regurgitate. However, he wanted his morning jiggy-jiggy as usual, & once he had that, regurgitation resumed as normal (near constant throughout the day!)  Normal morning regurgitation returned on the 4th October.

Bezukhov has a harder road to travel & at times it shows. During the day he attempts to engage with Phineas (not always successfully).  He has been sitting on my finger more.  Normally he would just use my finger to either get to someplace else or to get closer to food, but he has been sitting quietly preening.  He has also been spending more time on the window perch.

Despite Bezukhov’s best efforts, he & Phineas still operate separately.  For example, they eat together but one in the Manor & one in the Ferplast.

On the subject of food, another change is that Bezukhov can now eat the oats in the seed mix – Cagney always ate them first

 

 

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….