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10 March 2020Posted by on
As previously posted, we lost our dear Dalai on the morning of Wednesday, February 26th.
I have mentioned before that Dalai had been moulting. He had the usual moult in October time & recovered well from that. His next moult was over Christmas which was unexpected. This was followed by another one in February, also unexpected. It is thought these successive moults may have weakened his system in some way.
Each time, he was a bit grumpy but that was normal behaviour for him. When he seemed particularly fed up (not bothering to come out when I unlocked him in the mornings) I would feed him a bobble of millet or six.
On Friday 21st, I he spent a large part of the day in Perry & Lennie’s cage, returning to his own quite late. I recall thinking that the expression in his eyes did not look quite right, he looked tired. The following day he barely ate. On reflection, he must have reduced his food intake in the week prior, but this was difficult to gauge given they share all the seed pots. His daytime sleeping was interspersed with manic moments of activity (walking upside down across the ceiling of his cage). I worried that he would not survive the night & kept checking at intervals.
Leading up to this, his poops were fewer, but bigger, but I was not overly concerned as this change had happened during his previous moults so I assumed the change was temporary.
Because it was the weekend, our usual vet was not available so I spent a frantic time trying to find an exotic vet working the weekend. We ended up going to the Veterinary Hospital on the Sunday to see a vet with an ‘interest in birds’. I knew Dalai would have lost weight & because, by now, he was not eating at all, I wanted access to a feeding formula. On Sunday, the hospital has a process similar to A&E triage, which meant Dalai may be in the waiting room for hours. I said I did not want this as it would be stressful for him. They would not release any feeding formula to me without a consultation but agreed to let us wait in a private room to reduce stress. As it happens, we were seen as soon as we arrived.
As expected, Dalai had lost weight & on her scales weighed 35g. The vet said he was dehydrated & to orally administer Critical Care, dissolved in water, for a few days before considering a feeding formula. It was an expensive visit for what seemed like little support & care. Read more of this post
19 September 2016Posted by on
After Phinny’s visit to the vet, he was a bit subdued. He welcomed having his cheek feathers ruffled. At one point, he was on the Manor landing platform, leaning over as I ruffled his feathers & this went on for about 20 minutes – in fact, he almost fell asleep.
The following morning (Saturday), Phineas initially appeared fine as he came to the front perch to greet me, but as the morning wore on, he got more & more listless & barely ate anything. I was offering food to him. Sometimes he ate a few seeds. A couple of times he chomped on some carrot.
Despite being out of sorts, at around 15:30 he managed to have a jiggy-jiggy. It was not as long drawn out as usual but I took it as a positive sign, though he did have to rest afterwards. In the evening, he appeared to rally & ate some bedtime seed & instigated a chat with Dalai.
The next day, on the Sunday, he was much better though still a little quiet. He was eating by himself but not as much as usual, so I offered food as well. I took the time that day to rearrange Dalai’s quarantine cage (that had not yet been removed, even though I cannot remember the last time he went in there) into a recovery cage for Phineas after his surgery. I padded the bottom, put rope perches in & also put in his favourite ttmss swing.
The day of his surgery (6th September) came quickly. That morning, Phineas was in good spirits. He had been preening my finger, regurgitating & more importantly, fitted in a jiggy-jiggy. As the time approached, I managed to lock Bezukhov & Dalai in the Villa & Phineas in the manor, where I could catch him to put him in the travel cage. You can see from the (last) video I took of him in the travel cage (below) that he was lively & alert.
At the vet hospital, we were seen by a nurse who explained what would happen. I signed the papers authorising the surgery. Phinny was stressed by the journey & was panting. I attached his water bottle that had Guardian Angel in it (a tonic). We said our good byes. I cried leaving him. There is always a risk with surgery but this seemed the only option.
We returned home to wait. They would ring when he was in recovery. If I had not heard in about 3 hours, I was to ring them.
3 July 2012Posted by on
Atilla has been unwell for a couple of days. On Sunday & Monday she was very quiet & did not come out of the Manor. Her poops were getting caught on her lump. They seemed to be dribbling out. She had either lost the energy to propel them out away from her lump and/or they were not solid enough. Several times, I had to grab her & remove the poop buildup.
Fortunately she was still eating. I started giving her antibiotics in case she had some kind of infection.
This morning when I uncovered them, she stretched her wings & chirped. This was a very good sign. There was no overnight poop caught on her lump. Another very good sign. During the day she perked up enough to check on the mirror under the manor & even visited the poang chair a few times.
The toyboys have been fussing around her, not leaving her alone for a moment. In fact, I believe that was her main motivation for going to the chair… so she could hide under the tea towel from them for a little peace!
Here are the boys keeping an eye on her: