Post by stevex on Jun 4, 2016 11:37:39 GMT
This is something that I didn't think I would be writing for another few years, but Huey died early this morning. He wasn't even a year old, I'd only had him along with Dewey for almost three months. To say that I'm shocked and heartbroken is a massive understatement.
It started on Thursday morning when, after a fly round, he landed back on the cage and I noticed his breathing was laboured and he was wheezing slightly. I just thought he had overdone it and was getting his breath back. Later on I noticed that he would occasionally make a squeaking noise, almost as if he had a seed stuck, but after a quick cough he would be alright. Friday morning he was worse, making the noise for quite a while but it went when he was resting. I couldn't separate him to get him to a vet so I arranged a home visit. The vet suspected a respiratory infection and left me with some Baytril.
By Friday evening he was even worse, making the wheezing/squeaking noise all the time and coughing occasionally, it was torture for me to listen to him and all I could do was try to get him to have a few sips of water. I had planned to take him to a specialised avian vet today but even before I uncovered him this morning I knew he had gone as it was very quiet.
Poor little Huey, I only had him for a few months but it was funny watching him develop his character and mannerisms. Sometimes he would be more subdued than Dewey but he thought he was the boss and he would let Dewey know that.
After going to the trouble of fitting natural branches in the cage, his favourite perching place was on top of the cuttlefish!
I know he enjoyed his brief time with me and I'll never forget him, I just wish I could have seen him grow up.
RIP Huey
It started on Thursday morning when, after a fly round, he landed back on the cage and I noticed his breathing was laboured and he was wheezing slightly. I just thought he had overdone it and was getting his breath back. Later on I noticed that he would occasionally make a squeaking noise, almost as if he had a seed stuck, but after a quick cough he would be alright. Friday morning he was worse, making the noise for quite a while but it went when he was resting. I couldn't separate him to get him to a vet so I arranged a home visit. The vet suspected a respiratory infection and left me with some Baytril.
By Friday evening he was even worse, making the wheezing/squeaking noise all the time and coughing occasionally, it was torture for me to listen to him and all I could do was try to get him to have a few sips of water. I had planned to take him to a specialised avian vet today but even before I uncovered him this morning I knew he had gone as it was very quiet.
Poor little Huey, I only had him for a few months but it was funny watching him develop his character and mannerisms. Sometimes he would be more subdued than Dewey but he thought he was the boss and he would let Dewey know that.
After going to the trouble of fitting natural branches in the cage, his favourite perching place was on top of the cuttlefish!
I know he enjoyed his brief time with me and I'll never forget him, I just wish I could have seen him grow up.
RIP Huey
, fly high little Huey.