Post by Hezz on Apr 20, 2023 0:25:14 GMT
Mango
My dear sweet little Mango died last night. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, so much so that I almost feel grateful that she no longer has to suffer her broken body, not that she ever let it hinder her at all. There had been no signs of her suffering, no signs of not still living her life to the fullest and enjoying visits from the boys, and still up to telling Piper off for being a nuisance. For some reason she found Piper annoying. The only sign of any change recently had been the return of a lipoma near her rear end that she had suffered from on and off since her chronic egg-laying days. I had even stopped giving her milk thistle routinely until recently when the lipoma returned. I feel happy to say I think she passed away simply from old age. She enjoyed some time yesterday out sitting in the sun. She was nine years and six months old, almost to the day.
She was always the sweetest natured hen, a beautiful girl who first set her sights on Sparky long ago only for him to be the most loyal of friends to Misty, and didn’t have the same interest as she did, but Misty on the other hand didn’t show Sparky the same loyalty and moved in with great gusto. I did feel for Sparky losing some of the attention of his bestie to the new girl. Mango’s main goal in life was to have a clutch of her own and Misty would have gladly helped with this ambition, but unfortunately I shared the house with other people who didn’t see things the same way and I was strongly discouraged from allowing this to happen. This was all pre-aviary, and while my own offspring were still living at home and at school, so all the birds were all living in the house. The short story is that Mango became a chronic egg-layer and bad advice from respected breeders and so-called budgie-expert veterinarians resulted in her becoming disabled due to calcium deficiency. This makes me angry every time I think about what she had to go through and the lack of help given, the throw-away advice dished up by those who supposedly knew better. She ended up spending most of her time in a cage of her own with gradual modifications to help with her gradual increase in ability. In the last 12 months she was losing her ability to fly, only due to how little she did. Landing was the hard part as she gradually lost full control of her legs, but until recently she had been able to fly back to her swing from wherever she was in her cage. She loved being part of the flock and always came to the side of the cage to chat with the boys when they flew over to visit. Bunji became her latest fan and would shoot straight over to her cage to say hello every morning as soon as he was let out. The other two boys visited regularly as well but I think the incentive there was the dropped pieces of millet that escaped from her cage. She was spoilt with a sprig of millet every day which I tied to her swing so she didn’t have to go anywhere to get to it. Her swing was her favourite place to sit and be comfortable. I had made it into a little platform so that she didn’t have to try to hold her body up.
I don’t usually write a huge tribute when I lose a feathered friend but I feel Mango was special and deserves to be recognised as such. She suffered greatly through no fault of hers but remained a beautiful soul to the last.
Rest in Peace my beautiful girl. You were one in a million.
My dear sweet little Mango died last night. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, so much so that I almost feel grateful that she no longer has to suffer her broken body, not that she ever let it hinder her at all. There had been no signs of her suffering, no signs of not still living her life to the fullest and enjoying visits from the boys, and still up to telling Piper off for being a nuisance. For some reason she found Piper annoying. The only sign of any change recently had been the return of a lipoma near her rear end that she had suffered from on and off since her chronic egg-laying days. I had even stopped giving her milk thistle routinely until recently when the lipoma returned. I feel happy to say I think she passed away simply from old age. She enjoyed some time yesterday out sitting in the sun. She was nine years and six months old, almost to the day.
She was always the sweetest natured hen, a beautiful girl who first set her sights on Sparky long ago only for him to be the most loyal of friends to Misty, and didn’t have the same interest as she did, but Misty on the other hand didn’t show Sparky the same loyalty and moved in with great gusto. I did feel for Sparky losing some of the attention of his bestie to the new girl. Mango’s main goal in life was to have a clutch of her own and Misty would have gladly helped with this ambition, but unfortunately I shared the house with other people who didn’t see things the same way and I was strongly discouraged from allowing this to happen. This was all pre-aviary, and while my own offspring were still living at home and at school, so all the birds were all living in the house. The short story is that Mango became a chronic egg-layer and bad advice from respected breeders and so-called budgie-expert veterinarians resulted in her becoming disabled due to calcium deficiency. This makes me angry every time I think about what she had to go through and the lack of help given, the throw-away advice dished up by those who supposedly knew better. She ended up spending most of her time in a cage of her own with gradual modifications to help with her gradual increase in ability. In the last 12 months she was losing her ability to fly, only due to how little she did. Landing was the hard part as she gradually lost full control of her legs, but until recently she had been able to fly back to her swing from wherever she was in her cage. She loved being part of the flock and always came to the side of the cage to chat with the boys when they flew over to visit. Bunji became her latest fan and would shoot straight over to her cage to say hello every morning as soon as he was let out. The other two boys visited regularly as well but I think the incentive there was the dropped pieces of millet that escaped from her cage. She was spoilt with a sprig of millet every day which I tied to her swing so she didn’t have to go anywhere to get to it. Her swing was her favourite place to sit and be comfortable. I had made it into a little platform so that she didn’t have to try to hold her body up.
I don’t usually write a huge tribute when I lose a feathered friend but I feel Mango was special and deserves to be recognised as such. She suffered greatly through no fault of hers but remained a beautiful soul to the last.
Rest in Peace my beautiful girl. You were one in a million.