Post by birdguhl on Sept 10, 2013 19:45:43 GMT
I got Charlie squeezed in to the end of the evening clinic today.
I have been worried about him being more inactive and fluffed up for a few days now, and uncharacteristically irritable with Woody. As this 'oh-no-I-can't-believe-it-not-again-what-is-going-on' process has happened loads of times now I have come to recognize that when I am worried about one (or more) of them I get this sick, heavy feeling
:-[which is absolutely horrible and has a big effect on everything else I do. I almost dread going into the room where they are as I am scared of how it is going to be. If whoever it is seems okay, that's good. But then if 10 minutes later they are back to being off, then the heart sinks again. This yuck feeling changes to action mode as soon as the decision is made that I am going to the vet.
Charlie was a mirror junkie before getting socialised into the flock here and hopeless softie that I am I gave him back his swing mirror when I had put him on his own into his old cage earlier today. My reasoning was that he would be stressed otherwise and if he had his mirror that would be somewhat protective which is important if he is battling illness. And oh was he delighted to see his old friend again! It has been about 2 months since they adored one another. He regurgitated, sang and chatted away in the waiting room, sounding like the happiest healthiest bird ever.
I am pleased to report that vet Kevin couldn't find anything wrong, and thought he was in good condition and doing very well for 8. But some rather unusual looking droppings were produced either by Charlie or Woody last night, and I took them along. Bigger than usual and whitey blue-ish in colour. So he is going to test them tomorrow and see if that shows up anything.
Meanwhile I am happy to have my boys back together, but with W and C in separate cages in order to establish who is producing what. Time for some mindless telly then bed. Thanks again for support and good wishes.
I have been worried about him being more inactive and fluffed up for a few days now, and uncharacteristically irritable with Woody. As this 'oh-no-I-can't-believe-it-not-again-what-is-going-on' process has happened loads of times now I have come to recognize that when I am worried about one (or more) of them I get this sick, heavy feeling
:-[which is absolutely horrible and has a big effect on everything else I do. I almost dread going into the room where they are as I am scared of how it is going to be. If whoever it is seems okay, that's good. But then if 10 minutes later they are back to being off, then the heart sinks again. This yuck feeling changes to action mode as soon as the decision is made that I am going to the vet. Charlie was a mirror junkie before getting socialised into the flock here and hopeless softie that I am I gave him back his swing mirror when I had put him on his own into his old cage earlier today. My reasoning was that he would be stressed otherwise and if he had his mirror that would be somewhat protective which is important if he is battling illness. And oh was he delighted to see his old friend again! It has been about 2 months since they adored one another. He regurgitated, sang and chatted away in the waiting room, sounding like the happiest healthiest bird ever.
I am pleased to report that vet Kevin couldn't find anything wrong, and thought he was in good condition and doing very well for 8. But some rather unusual looking droppings were produced either by Charlie or Woody last night, and I took them along. Bigger than usual and whitey blue-ish in colour. So he is going to test them tomorrow and see if that shows up anything.
Meanwhile I am happy to have my boys back together, but with W and C in separate cages in order to establish who is producing what. Time for some mindless telly then bed. Thanks again for support and good wishes.
) catch the poor girl again, off to the bathroom where the light is bright, can feel the lump but can't see it ..... finally I can see it! Just a little poo! Well, the relief! You can imagine. It felt all the world like Smudge's growth did when it was beginning and I was already having visions of vet visits etc. But no, just a poo. Never so happy to see a poo in my life! 
, im sooo pleased little Charlie seems ok and really hope poo sample comes back clear.
, you must be spitting feathers, sorry,. One very expensive vet trip 
. Ive done stuff like that when my minds been on other things, infuriating isn't it. Sooo sorry Birdguhl, hug.
, my buds have never been turned upside down as much in all their lives as they have this past week and im on constant poop alert.
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