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12/19/2006

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
 
 
Well, 2006 is on its way out & we will be ushering in a new year shortly.
Hopefully, everyone will get what they want for Christmas.  Let's see, do I have a
wish list?  Nope.  I've been too busy with my critters to even think about Christmas
this year.  If I were more organized, maybe having a houseful of birds wouldn't
be such a big deal.  But, alas, I'm not as efficient as I'd like to be.  Sometimes I
walk into a room & forget why I entered it.  So I end up taking extra steps to do
something which should've been done earlier.  Maybe I can make a New Year's
resolution to get more efficient...  Hmmmm...
 
This year has come and gone so fast.  The family keeps growing.  Vicki now has 3 grandchildren, Kelli has one, and I have 15 fids (feathered kids).  My last addition to the family was 5 tiels.  One lives in a hospital cage on his own because he's about 21 years old, and is somewhat crippled.  When he falls off his perch he ends up on his side & can't right himself to a standing position.  I call this a "gyroscope" problem, but I think the medical terminology would be more like  "post CVA" or "stroke."  The other 4 share a Tiki cage, a large square cage 108 inches in circumference that has a homemade playpen on top of it. 
There's one mated pair and two single females in it.  I call them Eenie, Meenie, Minka & Moe.  I've never had cockatiels before & have found that they are gentle, sweet, and adorable birds to interact with.  Plus, they're quiet by far, compared to the conures.  All of them share my living room with me.  The only problem associated with having them is that they produce a lot of powdery dander, and they poop everywhere.  However, the pluses way outnumber the minuses in their case.
 
I've also found that tiels startle easily.  Jack, my neighbor, knocked on the door this afternoon & right afterwards I heard a fluttering of wings, then a thud.  The fluttering was the wings of 3 of the tiels; the thud was one tiel doing a crash landing on the opposing wall.  So, in order to keep them safe, I'm going to have to trim their wings really short so that they can't fly. 
 
The conures & Tuxie, the Senegal parrot, are all doing wonderful in the glass room.  I wheeled 4 cages of birds outside yesterday & hosed them down.  Then, today I cleaned 4 more.  Now I have just one more cage to do, that of the tiels, tomorrow.  Oh, the work is never finished! 
 
 
Cheers, Cindi.
10/21/2006

Update on fids

Hello World!
I wanted to update you all on the birds.  KiKo was pretty scary there for awhile.  She bit me twice in the ear, right in the cartilage.  That really hurts, by the way... Anyway, I moved her cage away from Little Sammy & stopped letting her on my shoulder at all.  She was perfectly happy to be in her own cage or on the tree.  She hasn't even asked to get up on my shoulder until just recently.  That area is still off-limits to her until I can totally trust her.  She seems happy; she plays in her cage & yells out her name over & over.  She keeps herself occupied & sometimes plays on the tree with the toys hanging in it.  Her hide is pretty much picked clean under her wings, around her vent & most of her belly, and on her back between her shoulder blades.  I squirt her with the water/aloe solution when I think of it to ease her itching. 
 
KiKo will walk away from me if I try to preen her, so until she's comfortable again with my hands being on her, she'll just stay either on her cage or in the tree.  She does like to interact with other birds on the tree, which is good until a squabble ensues.  Then somebody gets taken off the tree & goes back to their cage.
 
I took Tuxie to the vet recently, because his  urates looked bile-colored to me.  The vet did a fecal & found Tux had an e. coli infection.  So, for a week I have to give antibiotics to him via syringe.  Administration of the med is not a problem; catching Tuxie to administer it IS.  Tuxie is very quick, slick, and has a big bill.  He bit me on my right thumb, down into the quick of the nail, it bled & bled.  It also throbbed a good three days.  Such is life with birds....................
8/8/2006

KiKo's biting...duh!

Lo & behold, I think I may have found out what is causing KiKo to bite!
A few months back I felt that Little Sammy needed more attention from me.
Since he's not amenable to handling, I put the manzanita tree in front of the
open door of his cage & let him climb around a few hours a day.  Thinking back,
at the same time is when KiKo started biting me.  Lately, Sammy has been
hanging out around KiKo's cage, sometimes even going inside & eating her
food, or sitting on top of it while preening.  KiKo has lost 16 grams since her
last vet visit, has bitten me several times, & has acted totally different than
her normal self.  Today she pulled out about 30 of her down feathers, which
I found in the floor right under the door to her cage.  This was AFTER she
bit me and, having my feelings hurt, I called Perry, then Dori, to complain.
One of them asked me what was going on right before she bit me.  I gave
her the lowdown.  It was the same as usual with no defining information.
Then she asked me what was going on before I got KiKo out of her cage,
which, of course, prompted me to tell her about Li'l Sammy hanging
around.  Together we figured out what was going on.  She's reacting to
having Li'l Sam invading her home!  She's upset & since
she can't talk, she's trying to tell me the best way she can.
 
I had even thought about sending KiKo up to Chuck to work with her, but now I
think the problem is apparent.  So, I switched Luther & KiKo's cages today. 
Now Luther is next to Li'l Sam, but I won't make the same mistake twice.  His
privileges will include climbing around on the tree, but not the others' cages.
 
With this in mind, I will be watching carefully to see if she finally settles down.
7/28/2006

Just checking in

I haven't been logging on lately...  been kind of busy with the fids (feathered kids) and Theo.  Theo has had two seizures since I got him.  The vet wants me to log them & he'll consider medicating him for them.  Right now I shove .25mg of valium-like drug in his mouth when he's seizing.  It's working beautifully.  This last seizure lasted well over 2 minutes, though, and that's not good at all. 
 
Theo is a very loving dog; he loves to stretch out his forelegs over my legs & cross them when I'm sitting on the couch.  He seems almost human when he does this.  He's such a smart boy; sad that he's got  seizures & has cataracts.  One cataract is mature & very opaque, while the other is still maturing.  I bought an "Outward Hound" doggie seat for him to sit in when riding in the car.  It has a blow-up pillow in the bottom so that the dog can see over the dash.  He's also buckled in safely.  He loves to take rides in it.
 
All the fids are doing fine.  KiKo has gone from being a sweet, loving, little girl to a monster.  She's molting right now, but I think the reason she's crabby so much is really my fault.  By putting the birds to bed so late (sometimes 9 or 10 o'clock) I think I initiated a hormonal response telling her it's breeding season.  I didn't do this on purpose; I've just been having a heck of a time getting everything done early enough.  Now I'm changing cage bottoms in the afternoon so I can work ahead of myself & get everybody in bed by 7.  Also, I bought a steam cleaner to help clean the cages & tile floor.  That poop is hard to remove but the steamer just melts it away.  And you only need water to do it!  Conures are so sensitive to chemicals that this is really a great tool to have!
 
Anyway, after getting bit twice in the ear (and drawing blood, not to mention hurting like hell) I starting making KiKo stay in her cage more.  She's only out under controlled conditions (although the last time she was out things got out of control quickly...).  She bites hard, fast, & runs extremely fast.  I have chased her around the house now more than twice in the past few weeks.  Also, she has run up my arm to my shoulders before I could stop her.  She did this yesterday.  She wouldn't let me take her off, getting between my shoulder blades on my back.  I did everything short of standing on my head to get her off.  Finally, a towel slung over the shoulders enabled me to take her off.  She hasn't been out since...
 
Dinky is finally molting & getting his scallops back on his chest.  He's becoming so beautiful that I'm awed each time I look at him. 
 
I am happy to say that Big Sammy is now a regular visitor to my shoulder.  He's still hand-shy, but loves to sit on my shoulder & eat yogurt or watermelon.  He has such a sweet tooth. 
 
Jerry is my watchbird.  He lets me know if anything is amiss in the birdroom.  I can sit with him & preen feathers on his head after he's been up about 1/2 a day.  Too bad conures can't drink coffee because he'd definitely benefit from a cup of java in the morning.
 
Little Sammy is becoming talkative & interactive with me, although he will still bite if I get too close.  Today I had to steam clean around the base of 'his' manzanita tree (which he sits in about half the time) & he jabbered to me the whole time I was doing it.  It's so wonderful to see him finally doing something besides sitting like a bump on a log & not moving or interacting with anyone at all.  He was so watchful, withdrawn, and remote when I first got him.  He's come a long, long, way. 
 
Sox & Tuxie are doing great.  They go in their cage at night when I ask them to.  They seem to love their new home, although Tuxie has to challenge every single bird every single chance she gets.  She's the local pit bull.  (I refer to Tuxie as a 'she' but am almost sure Tux is a 'he'.  Old habits die hard.  I thought Tux was a girl because of the way Sox sheltered & fed her.)
 
BoBo is doing fine & is finally getting tired of his toybox.  Or, to say it better, I think he's jealous of all the attention the fids are getting.  He's demanding one-on-one attention lately, and today even tried to bite me because I was holding Luther.  Otherwise, he's a perfect little boy. 
 
Luther is coming along nicely.  He's molting so heavily right now that he even stinks.  I've been plopping him in the sink & wetting him down, then blow drying him.  However, he's getting to wise to it & now fights to get out of the sink before I even have him in it.  So, the spray bottle comes out & we do a modified shower.  Blow dryer is optional.  He won't let me help him with the copious amount of pin feathers he has on his head, unlike the other birds.  He doesn't trust me yet.  His previous owner said she could only help him preen on occasion, when, and if, he was in good mood.  She held him like a baby in a towel & rubbed his tummy.  If lucky, she could get at some of the sheaths ready to come out on his head.  I don't do the towel thing, though, because I have this belief that this position is not natural for a parrot & puts them in such an exposed state that they are greatly intimidated by it.  Some people says it merely shows trust.  I don't agree.
 
Lastly, Tacha is turning out to be a real sweetheart.  She asks for more of my time than I can give her, but is thrilled to be on my shoulder when I will allow it.  She licks my neck with her tongue & preens my hair.  What a sweetie.
 
Gotta go.  Hope you enjoyed the update; I'll put up more pics when I get a chance to take them.  Cindi. 
 
 
6/11/2006

New Adoptee, a dog named, "Theodore."

Well, I couldn't stand being without a dog.  I've always had one from the time I was a little girl.  So I went to Eglin AFB's Shelter & adopted one.
 
I went there to get a little Chihuahua named, Suki, which I saw a picture of  at the shelter online.  She's 2 years old, looks purebred, and is very sweet.  But she chased at the birds that landed inside her kennel & growled at other dogs as they walked by her with their prospective owners.  So I didn't think she was the right temperament for a woman with a house full of birds. 
 
There was a little black dog lying in a kennel with a pomeranian in it.  It was ignoring all the activity around it & looked forlorn.  So I went & got a leash & took it out to interact with it.  Turns out it was a "he" dog and very friendly, although somewhat studdy.  What I mean by 'studdy' is that he had to go around & pee on everything in the area before he could settle down to play with me.  But he had a nice temperament & seemed to want nothing more out of life than to be loved.  So I took him home.  The people at the kennel named him Wyatt, but I decided to name him "Theodore," since he didn't seem to know his name as Wyatt, anyway.
 
The first thing he did when I brought him home was go around & pee on certain items in the house!  Yuk!  I took him outside on the lead; he relieved himself.  Then I came inside & cleaned up everything while he lay in Sally's old kennel.  Since then he hasn't peed on anything, & last night when he was ready for bed he went over to the kennel door & pawed on it.  So I let him in.  He's been sleeping most of the day today, but goes to the kennel when I let a bird out in the living room to interact with it.  He shows a normal curiosity about the birds, but doesn't appear to want to hurt them.  We'll take that slow, though. 
5/31/2006

A Dog's Purpose

A Dog's Purpose - - from a 4 year old

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year old Irish

Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their

little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for

a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we

couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia

procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be

good for the four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as

though Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family

surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time,

that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes,

Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's

transition without any difficulty or confusion.

We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about

the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had

been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned

me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life

-- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, ! right?" The

four-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they

don't have to stay as long."

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply, Speak kindly. Leave the rest

to God. (Remember that "dog" spelled backwards is "God".)

 

In loving memory of Sally, born 12/20/90, died 05/30/06

5/30/2006

Bye Sallygirl

I had to put Sally down this afternoon.  She's been with me all of her 15 1/2 years.  She became so confused last night that I had to chase her down to bring her in from pottying out in the backyard.  She could no longer see anything & was almost completely deaf.  She ran around in circles in the backyard, even through the cholla cactus that grows out there, and I had to put a rug over her head to avoid getting bit while picking her up to bring her in. 
 
Sally has always been a 'fear biter.'  With losing her faculties, I think she was even more afraid of things, and confused.  I tried to put myself in her place.  If I couldn't see or hear and couldn't verbally communicate, I'd be terrified.  So I felt it was more stress on her just to stay alive that way than being put down.  She'd pretty much stopped eating & I couldn't get a Bufferin down her; normally, when she took one she'd settle down & sleep.  But without it, she was constantly walking in circles, restless.
 
So, she's gone & I'm so sad to lose her but she's better off now.  No more fear, no more confusion.  I'm gonna miss her forever.
5/29/2006

Multitasking, anyone?

If I were a computer, I might be able to multitask.  But being the creature  that I am, my brain is not capable of handling several things at one time.  Some folks, admittedly, can multitask.  But you won't find me in that category. 
 
Here's a recent example:
 
 
I currently have the honor of babysitting M.J.'s birds while she is out of town for a week.  I have to drive to  where she is keeping her birds (a couple miles up the road) & make sure their cages are clean & they are well fed & watered.  I do this twice a day, sometimes spending an hour with them so they don't feel totally alone.  In addition, I have my own flock of 10 birds to care for.  Besides routine maintenance, I must keep my floors all clean because Sally is over 15 years old now, and having frequent accidents in the house.
Now, back to the birds.  I have been working with KiKo on her separation anxiety issues.  I have also been focusing on Luther, working with him so that he doesn't spook & fly off of me every time someone makes a sudden move.  At the same time, Miss Tacha and I have been working on agression issues.  She will bite me if anything comes up unexpectedly while I am holding her.  While juggling these three avian friends' issues this past week it has come to my attention that some of the other flock members have been unintentionally ignored.  I was vacuuming the floor under Little Sammy's cage & found a whole bunch of feathers.  Immediately I started saying, "KiKo, KiKo, KiKo.  What am I going to do with you?"  KiKo happens to be in the corner cage next to Lil Sam.  I just assumed the feathers were hers, newly erupted, and still in their sheaths, as usual.  When I adjusted my bifocals, however, it became apparent that the feathers did not belong to KiKo.  They were Lil Sam's, and they were not pulled out; they were clipped off clean at the shaft as though he were looking for a haircut.  This is called 'barbering' the feathers.  Big Sam is the master of this.  He has tail feathers that are nothing but the main shaft, because he's clipped all the distal feathers off .  The difference between the two is that Lil Sam is clipping everything, and not leaving the central shaft as a souvenir.  His chest is all fuzzy now, consisting mostly of down feathers which are normally lying under the main ones.  In one spot you can even see his skin, the coverage is so thin. 
 
So, there you have it.  An unsuspecting benevolent caretaker who's potentiating problems through neglect.  Not intentional, of course.  I'm just being pulled in too many directions at once.  If I had an Intel chip in my head instead of a biodegradable organ, I would probably be much more efficient, and Little Sammy would have all his chest feathers still.
 
 It took one of the birds mutilating his own feathers to bring the problem to my attention.  So, I am trying different things in order to  make Little Sam feel better about staying at BoBo's Bed & Breakfast.  I put the manzanita tree up to his cage, then put Jerry's cage on the other side of the tree.  Once the doors were opened, they could come & go as they pleased, and interact as they pleased.  Although Sam was interested in Jerry, Jerry stayed clear of Sam.  So I put Jerry back in his cage and moved it back to his normal spot, on the other side of Dinky.  Lo and behold, I found Jerry on multiple occasions, climbing onto Dink's cage.  Dinky doesn't seem to mind; he appears neither afraid nor elated by his presence.  So it looks like a love triangle to me.  Little Sam wants Jerry, but Jerry wants Dinky, and Dinky don't want anybody. 
 
Well, as Scarlett O'Hara said, "Tomorrow is another day..."
5/23/2006

Written for blog 4/10/2006

I forgot to put this in until now:

I put Tacha in BoBo's old cage two days ago.

When I put her in there, she was not a happy camper at first; she went to the bottom & stood on the floor grate, stuck her beak between the bars, & commenced to

squawking for attention. She reminded me of a convict, looking at me thru the bars, hollering "let me out!" (The scenario would have been complete if I could have dressed her up in a black & white striped pantsuit! heheee!) Anyway, I had left the top open, and also

the door in the front, but she stayed on the bottom squawking. So I looked around to see what it was that I was forgetting. Usually, if you put their favorite toys & other familiar things in the cage, they'll be comforted. Well, I found I had forgotten her hanging "sun porch." So I put it in, then went to the little white cage I'd brought her home in & got that one out, too. I hung it on the inside of the door, then left the door open. That made her happier. She stood on it & seemed a little more content, although she begged to get on my T-shirt every time I walked into the room. I felt so bad for her. That was at about 5:30 p.m. Well, when bedtime rolled around she climbed up to her little 'condo,' like she always does & went in it. So, then I knew that she realized this was her new home.

I had forgotten to tell Tacha's previous 'Mom' about how well she took to her condo. (You know, the little triangular hut for birds to go into to avoid drafts.) As far as I know, she's never had one before. By the second night the condo had hung in her cage she had figured out what it was for. She goes to bed each night about 1/2 hour before everybody else is ready. She goes up to the condo & gets inside; her tail hangs conspicuously outside but the rest of her is ready for nite-nite. Dinky likes to nap in his during the day. BoBo thinks the condo is for playing with; he sticks his head inside & starts yelling! Jerry, Tuxie, and Sox think the condos are chew toys and the other three birds completely ignore theirs. But Tacha knows exactly what it's for. She is one smart birdie. I'm very proud of her.

I am still having a bit of difficulty getting Tacha used to the hands. She & Jerry both act the same way; they love to get on your shoulder & chew away, but are not interested in being held on the hands & ogled. I don't know what causes some birds to be this way but maybe it has to do with some event that ocurred in their past. But we are taking it one day at a time in that respect. However, I have only one bra left to my name! Guess who's chewed up the straps in the others? Jerry & Tacha. Oh well, they were old, anyway. Frequent washings had already broken them down & they were just begging to be pitched anyway. Now I have an excuse to buy some more.

When Dennis went to pick up our newest flock member, Luther, he brought home two corner cages, also.

We were planning on buying two more just like the ones we already had, but he called & said there was a corner cage which measured 32 inches across at its widest point & it was much taller than the cages we had. There were two of them available; $400 cages but we could get them at $199 each wholesale. Luther has all his primary feathers because he can't fly anyway. He sustained some type of injury in the past which left him with limited range of motion in one wing. So he can't fly although his wings are not clipped. You should see what the primaries look like on a patagonian conure. They are turquoise & show up brilliantly in contrast to the dark green that covers their other wing feathers, back, and head. So the longer cage will be beneficial to keep those long feathers intact. A patti's tail feathers are extremely long, usually measuring over a foot in length. They are very much like a macaw in that way; some people think they should have belonged to that family instead of the conures. I think they are classed as conures because of the periopthalmic eye ring, which is a conure trait. However, they are the largest of all the conure species, weighing anywhere from 250 to 400 grams. Except for KiKo, she was only 215 grams when I got her. She's 230-something right now, but I don't remember exactly. KiKo eats twice as much as BoBo, and three times as much as everybody else. She's still hyper from her hurricane experience & she shivers all the time; I'm sure it's a nervous thing.

Anyway, we got two corner cages & this will allow me a bit more room in there, also. With standard cages the birds would all be so close that they'd almost touch one another, but not so with putting the cages in the corner. She only had two left, one green & one gray. I'll put up pics as soon as I get everybody situated & get the camera out.

This morning I took Tacha, and later, Jerry, out to work with them on the hands issue. They're coming along nicely & will soon be more trusting, I hope. The biggest thing is sudden movement; they get spooked with sudden movements & go to biting. As long as I remain quite, calm, and slow to move they're okay. I always try to 'telegraph' my movements so they're prepared.

C.

5/17/2006

How are the fids & Sally doing?

Here's a brief rundown on how the fids (feathered kids) are doing.
 
Jerry has turned into a real cuddlemuffin.
He wants to be held all the time.
 
KiKo still wants to be held a lot, but she also wants to explore
& runs all over the house.  In fact, I have to chase her down,
& outwit her to catch her.  She's always afraid I'm going to put her
back in her cage so she's now Miss BusyBody, into everything, and found everywhere.
 
Luther is sweet as can be.  I stopped holding him in the towel because he was so flighty that I thought he needed to be rightside up more, to develop some confidence.  It worked; he's not near as flighty & is showing a lot more character.  He clicks his beak & whispers, "pretty birdie" or goes "arf-arf".  He's not totally at home yet, or he'd be saying some of the other words he knows.  However, he's getting playful with me (always has played in his cage). I tried to put him in the towel yesterday but he fought his way back to being rightside up.  That tells me that he's less insecure than he was earlier.  He wants to be like BoBo, out & about & more confident. 
 
BoBo is never out in the house anymore when KiKo, Luther, or Tacha is out of the birdroom.  He interferes with any training I want to do, & actually intimidates them all.  KiKo will get on the floor if he's out, but she stays right by me wherever I go.  BoBo eventually gets bossy with her so I just keep him away from all three.
 
Big Sam - that 'dancing' posturing I was telling you about is almost gone now.  After reading up on some of the stuff you sent me links to (Heidenrich...etc.) I am now believing that was defensive posturing.  He always did it on top of his cage looking down at me, and flashing his pupils.  (I think they're now calling that 'pinning' his eyes.)  Anyway, he hardly does it now, and he comes down the side of the cage & climbs all over the place.  No pinning, no posturing, just acting like a curious bird.  He & Tacha take turns climbing on each others' cages & they confront one another once in a while, but for the most part, they just ignore one another.
 
Tacha was jumping on my arm, running up to my shoulder, and getting behind my neck to pull at my permed hair.  Perry said she doesn't like curly
hair; I believe it.  She pulls at it awhile, then bites my neck. 
So, I stopped letting her up there.  But she wouldn't do the step-up
without biting my hand.  So, I put her on the T-stand a
couple times a day & work on the 'step-up' command with her. She'll do it well for a few minutes, then gets tired of it.  Once she has bitten me while training, so I never push her too long.
 
Dinky is doing great; he's a doll.  He has a good appetite & eats zupreem pellets well.
 
Little Sammy is living alone again; Jerry is in the cage I brought KiKo home in.  It's big enough, I feel, for him right now since he spends a large part of his day climbing around on the tree.  He loves the tree & loves to chew, so he chews on the small branches & enjoys himself.  Little Sam will watch him but doesn't climb over to join him whenever I put the tree near his cage.  I can't quite figure him out yet.  He'll talk to me & come over to me on the side of his cage, but will grab my hair, my shirt, or whatever any chance he gets.  He really likes to use that beak of his.  I always stay just out of his reach & talk to him as though he understands what I'm saying, like I do the other birds.  It seems to me that he's just untrusting & somewhat hostile, but would like to be friends on his terms, which include biting when he feels like it.
 
Sox & Tuxie are good; Tuxie bit me once & always threatens to bite me when she's within reach.  So I have to stay clear from her, too.  Sox doesn't act aggressive at all unless you invade his space.  But Tuxie, she actually (like Little Sammy) comes down & gets as close as she can to me, then tries to bite me.  She was formerly afraid of everything; now she's protecting her turf.  She does get off her cage frequently & likes to go to the tree; sometimes she gets off when someone else is off their cage & down on the floor.  But, thankfully, I've always caught her before she gets to the other bird.  I'm sure she'd attack them; she's like a thimble-sized pit bull.
 
Sally is doing about the same; she has good days & bad days.  She's nearly blind now & tends to run into things.  She has a bit of hearing left so we communicate with loud sounds & the waving of my hands.  I'm having trouble getting her to eat her dog food so I usually cook her a hamburger or some chicken & rice, which she'll eat better.  Once in a while I give her an aspirin if she's pacing around, then she usually sleeps for awhile peacefully.
 
 
 
 
4/30/2006

Update

Luther's electrophoresis bloodwork came back normal, so the doctor said not to worry about his globulin being consistently high for the past 4 years.  Also, the fact that he was missing the choanal papillae in the "v" portion of his pharynx caused concern.  But apparently the electrophoresis test was the definitive investigative tool with respect to diagnosis of anything pathological.
 
He's still scared, uncertain of his new home, & uncomfortable being outside of his cage.  I'm taking him out everyday twice for about 15-30 minutes.  He's fine being held close to my body like a baby, but appears to be unused to standing on a hand or shoulder outside of the cage.   I put him on the floor to explore some, but he just starts calling for the other birds & tries to get back into the bird room. 
 
Two days ago Luther fell off the door of his cage; this was the first time (and only time so far) that he'd come out of his cage voluntarily.  Thankfully, I had put 3 cotton looped rugs right under the door to his cage when he first got here. 
 
In other news, Tacha has attacked BoBo twice now, so I can't have them both out at the same time.  Ordinarily, BoBo plays on the floor all day.  He's curious about the new birds, however, & climbs up the couch to visit them on occasion.  Twice when holding Tacha on the couch he's climbed up to check her out which resulted in a knockdown dragout fight.  The first time Tacha lost several feathers; the second time I was able to break them up quicker & no one was hurt.  But now BoBo has to remain in the bird room whenever anyone 'sensitive' is out.
 
Perry might be coming over tomorrow to help me do wing, beak, & nail trims on whomever needs them.  This will save me a lot of money because right now I take each bird to the vet for that.  Since it's getting expensive, and I plan to have them for the rest of our lives, I figured I ought to start doing it myself.  The wing trims are for their own safety, and the nail & beak trims are for mine. hehehee!
 
Tuxie is lightning fast; it may be a problem getting her & Sox in a towel when we get ready for them.  We'll see.  She's already bitten me twice; only once did she get a piece of me, causing a good sized scab on my right forearm.
 
KiKo is now getting hydroxyzine (an antihistamine) twice a day via syringe.  I have to mummy wrap her in a towel, then hold her head & force the syringe in her mouth.  She's being absolutely wonderful about it;  it makes me so sad just to think about what she's been through in her short life.  I hold her longer now & give her special attention so that she doesn't think she's being punished. 
She usually gets to bed late now, for this reason.  I have not seen much plucking activity since about 2 or 3 days after I started the medication.  Plus, she's on Lafeber's pellets now & I check out everything I give her to eat for sunflower seeds (or their derivative, i.e., flour).
 
I checked out KiKo's body very well tonight under the bright light in the living room & she's covered with down everywhere on her belly & under her wings.  The only place where she has feathers is on her wings & her head.  Her back has some down feathers, but is mostly bare skin.  I only saw one follicle with a scab on it.  She has hardly no feathers on her legs.
 
 
 
4/17/2006

Update on feathered kids (fids)

KiKo is still hurting herself.  I noticed where she had made a few follicles bleed due to plucking out new feathers, still in their sheaths.  I talked to the doctor about it.  I told him that KiKo eats twice as much as the largest eater I have, next to her.   I had changed her to brown rice, broccoli, carrots, baby green peas, and Udo's oil, along with almonds.  I only had her on that for one day because I felt she wasn't getting enough calories.  If she eats as much pelleted food as she does, she just can't get enough calories with a diet like that.  He asked me if she acts like she itches.  I said, "Yes, she's always got her foot up clawing around at her eyes."  So he gave me an antihistamine to give her by syringe twice a day, thinking she may have allergy problems.  He also said try to get her on a pelleted diet that DON'T have sunflower seeds in it.  A lot of them have ground up sunflower seeds in them.  That seems to be one of the biggest food allergens out there for birds.  So, I'm gonna check out different brands ASAP.  There's an online link I have that compares nutrients in pelleted diets.  I'm hoping that somewhere online I'll find an ingredients list for them, also.  Harrison's Bird Foods does have sunflower seeds ground up in them, and so does Zupreem.  The nutriberries I've been giving them for treats DOES NOT.  So, I'm gonna start by checking out Lafeber's foods first, since they make the nutriberries. 
 
I got home & gave her the meds with no problems.  I'm getting better at doing stuff like that now, thank goodness.  Anyway, I noticed a new strip of feathers which had disappeared off her back, but no bleeding.  The vet told me that if the antihistamine & diet change don't help, I should bring her in & he'll make a custom collar for her.  The theory on collars is that, if the plucking is caused by behaviour, wearing a collar for a certain period of time may 'break the cycle' enough to stop the behaviour.  I hope we don't have to resort to that.  We'll see.  Poor thing; I feel so bad for her. 
 
I talked to Perry again (Tacha's former mom) today because I had to pick up something I left at her apartment.  I think she would like me to try to take the TAG (Timneh African Grey parrot); and if so, I will try.  Yet, I'm a bit uncertain that I can accommodate another bird (much as I'd like to) and be fair to it.  We'll see.
 
In general, nowadays  when I go in & out of the birdroom, just about every bird is hanging off their cage begging to be picked up.  I'm handling everybody now except Sox, Tuxie, and Little Sammy. 
 
Little Sammy wants to be handled but he still bites.  It's as if
he doesn't know what else to do.  He & Jerry are still on & off;
I'm thinking his 'personality disorder' is why that relationship is
off to a rocky start.  He is the pursuer, always.  Sometimes I hear
Jerry scolding him (which is not a big deal since I hear Sox & Tuxie fighting sometimes). But tonight I heard Jerry scolding Sammy, then a flutter, & Jerry was on the floor.  So tonight they're in their respective cages, locked in, but covered so that they can see one another.  The cages are right next
to each other.  I would so love to see them cohabit with one another because Little Sammy seems so alone all the time.
 
Everybody begs to be held.  What to do?  I can't possibly hold each one for an extended period of time because there aren't enough hours in the day.  But I do want them to remain easy to handle.  Jerry, mostly, was hardly approachable at all when I got him.  Now they all beg & beg & I feel terrible when I can't hold each one.  How do I deal with it?
 
As for Luther, my new adoptee, he is a dream come true.  He has a few physical problems but he is a really sweet bird.  He's easy to handle & fairly trusting now.   When I got him a few days ago, he kept making little squawks like he wanted to be noticed, yet threatened to bite.  I went ahead & picked him up anyway.  He put his beak on my thumb once but barely squeezed, then let go.  In the doctor's office he was totally cooperative.  He has an old wing injury & can't fly.  He drops to the ground like a rock.   In the vet's office today, he fell twice because someone opened the door to the little room we were in.  The room was all white & the door was a big dark brown one.  I think the quick opening of it (on two separate occasions) made him think a big black monster was leaping out at him. Maybe the room he was in in his previous home was open all the time...   The doctor had to take some blood for an electrophoresis test.  Not only does he have an old injury with limited range of motion in one wing, he also has some sort of immune problem.  He's not making enough antibodies in response to the antigens in his environment.  His lab tests were consistently abnormal for the last several years.  His pharynx had a problem noted upon visual examination indicative of this as well.  Details later. 
 
 

Great Niece #4 born today

Moriah & Jim had their first child, a little girl, this evening.  She was born just an hour or so ago, so I have no details yet.  Congrats new parents!
4/5/2006

I'm getting a new patti!

I'm getting a new patti!
I'm so excited!  Denise at Safehaven Avian Placement Services just called me & told me she's getting a patti in.  It's a 10 yr old male named Luther.  He is being given up because the owner has acquired a few new dogs & don't have time for Luther.  Luther was her husband's bird when they first got him.  He has been DNA sexed.  Anyway, he bonded to the man;  the wife was not a bird lover, anyway.  Once Luther went thru puberty he stopped liking the man & bonded with the woman.  Then they got divorced.  She didn't want the bird but the hubby was no longer a favourite of Luther's, so she took him.  Now he gets ignored too much because of her love for her dogs, so she's giving him up.  Her loss; my gain.  Yipee!
4/2/2006

Dinky is now eating pellets & nutriberries

Up until now, Dinky has eaten nothing but seeds.  I have been putting pellets in his food for some time but he's ignored them.  So, I began shortchanging him on the seeds & gradually increasing the amount of pellets I put in his bowl. 
 
Well, I noticed a few days ago he was eating pellets and even some of the nutriberries I crumbled up & placed in his food bowl!  What a milestone! 
 
Now, a few days later, he's eating the seeds only as a treat & the nutritional stuff is now his mainstay.
This is a really big deal; he was a hardcore seedeater.   
3/30/2006

Checkup on the fids (feathered kids).

I am happy to report that KiKo is now settling down. In fact, BoBo is too.  They actually interacted a little today without matters getting out of hand.  For just a few seconds I held BoBo while KiKo was on the floor exploring.  Then he jumped off of me & was exploring, too.  He stayed pretty clear of her, but at one point he darted toward her.  I had a water bowl in my hand & motioned as though I was going to throw water on him & he stopped.  Then I picked her up. 
 
That was progress, but slow progress.  Without my presence, BoBo might've hurt her, so I will be forever watchful when they're out together.
 
Big Sammy sat on my shoulder tonight for the 3rd time since I got him  on the 23rd of February.  He helped me eat a fruit 'n yogurt parfait from McDonald's.  I was thrilled.
 
Little Sammy went to the vet today because I felt he looked under the weather.  His fecal was clear, and the only thing the vet could find to attribute his mopiness to was molting.  He is molting, but it didn't look very heavy to me.  Anyway, I feel better now, now that I've had him looked at.
 
Tacha is extremely sweet.  I used positive reinforcement on her today with respect to stepping up on my hand.  She normally goes straight to the shoulder & stays there.  I wanted to be able to scratch her head, etc.  I don't think it will long before she's ready to let me do that, judging by how well things went today.   She is adorable.
3/24/2006

Great Niece #3 Has Arrived!

Ryan & Agnes are now celebrating the birth of their second child, a daughter named Danielle Rose.  She was born today, a healthy 8 pound 10 ounce baby.  She's 21 1/2 inches long.  Agnes only had 5 contractions before delivering, so little Danielle has arrived in this world with a perfectly round head!  Her mother, however, suffered a ruptured kidney & will require extra treatment.  Marion, Agnes' mother, is here from Holland & is standing by to help her with the baby.
 
Congratulations Ryan & Agnes!
 
3/22/2006

Dinky is part Labrador Retriever

If I didn't know any better, I'd almost swear that Dinky is part Labrador Retriever.  I take turns picking up each bird, one at a time, as I go about doing housework.  Dinky has hitched a ride 3 times already today.  Since I wash my hands a lot, I tend to be at the sink a lot.  Twice today when washing my hands Dinky has run down my arm from my shoulder and hopped right into the running water.  So I cupped my hands & let him relish in it.  He gets right under the spigot  & lets it hit him full blast.  What a rush that must be to him!
 
Now, who would've thought that taking a shower would be so much fun?     hehehee!
3/21/2006

Bird #9 added to the flock

I didn't really plan to take another bird unless it was a Patagonian Conure.  However, I came across a Red-Masked Conure (AKA Cherry-Headed) who needed a home.  I had planned to help out the owner by taking a larger cage to the vet, where 'Tacha' was staying, & just dropping it off.  When I contacted the owner I could tell that Tacha was used to a loving home.  Now she was sitting in the vet's office in a little cage by herself just awaiting someone to adopt her.  Her owner, Perry, was ill & could no longer care for her.  She had handfed Tacha from a baby.   Tacha (pronounced, "Takka") was 15 years old.  I sympathized with the owner's situation & it was clear how distressed she was about having to give up her bird.  So, I took her.  As soon as I got her home she climbed up on top of her cage & began preening.  Good sign.  She was comfortable. 
3/17/2006

How to get a Patti to gain weight

I'm very tired so this'll be short & sweet.  When I took KiKo to the vet the first time on 1/9/06 she weighed 216 grams.  She was thin & all legs. Today I took her in & she weighed 232 grams!  So she gained 16 grams in 9 weeks!  That's a lot (I think). 
 
The birds love raw almonds & I buy them at a natural food store in town.  They are expensive but I've been using them as a treat.  I just recently cut it down from 4 a day to 2, since they're all looking pretty chunky now.
 
Today when I went to buy more they were out so I had to buy sliced almonds.  So they're getting even less now.  They're not complaining too much, however.  I'm supplementing with Nutriberries that have bits of mango & papaya in them.  They like them, too. 
 
The birds all seem to love their new home.  They are noisy & happily chatter in the mornings & the evenings.  They all take a siesta around noon so they can play & sing in the evening.  Their songs & chatter are music to my ears. 
 
 
3/16/2006

GoodBye Jo

Jo Dodge, my good friend has died.
She will be sorely missed.  I talked to
her the weekend before last & she sounded the same as usual.  She was 87 years old.  God Bless You, dear Jo.

BoBo the bad boy

BoBo is being a bad boy lately.
He acted like it didn't bother him yesterday when KiKo was on my shoulder.
He was playing in his toy box & ignoring us.  KiKo looked curious about the
box, so I let her down on the floor to check it out.  She wasn't yet anywhere
near the box; she had just stepped off of my arm when she was attacked by
BoBo.  He's a mean little turkey!  He was vicious, gave no warning, and just
went after her as though he was going to kill her.
 
So, I guess this means we'll never get the two to be friends.  I'm sure it's
because of jealousy; if both were not bonded to me I'm sure it would be a
different story. 
 
KiKo has been through a lot in her short life & I can't have another bird
harrassing her.  So, one at a time they'll get to come out & interact with
me; but never together.
 
Cheers, Cindi.
3/12/2006

KiKo has settled down

You won't believe it!  I can't believe it!  KiKo is finally settling down.  The last few days she's been very good about waiting for me to pick her up.  She hardly has screamed at all. 
 
I did some reading & have decided to get the birds used to foraging.  They spend about 70% of their day in the wild doing this.  They forage for food.  I ordered some training tools & will work with them on this. 
 
I'll keep you informed.
 
C.
3/2/2006

Vet appointment for new birds

Well, that's finally done!  What a day!  I didn't know when to start toweling everyone & putting them in their kennels; didn't know how long it would take.  So I started early.  Everybody was pretty easy to towel except for Sox.  He's quite intimidating the way he holds his beak open as though he's gonna tear your fingers clean off your hand.  He's very, very smart, too.  I can't explain exactly what he did to impress me so much, but today I acquired a lot of respect for him.  Not fear, but respect.  Maybe it has to do with the way he nurtures Tuxie so.  I mean, that little Senegal looks to him for everything.  Then, after the Senegal was handled by me, then the vet, Sox went over to him & preened the feathers on his head.  He mothers the little bird like its his own. It amazes me.

The vet put the fear of God in me today.  Once he saw the leg bands he gave me this big lecture about taking in adopted birds.  He said the bands were USDA bands & they only are found on imported birds (although now they don't band birds anymore at all).  He said that the Senegal was most likely taken straight from the nest.  The Nanday was imported also, & he said they were the biggest carrier of Pacheco's Disease of all the conures.  He said that some pet shops will not take Nandays, and some won't take ANY conures at all. 

If any of the new birds carry Pacheco's Disease, he said there's no vaccination or antidote.  The bird will just fluff up & be listless for a day, then die.  It all happens within a couple days.  He said the best thing I could do to keep my own birds healthy is to quarantine the new birds for 6 wks in a different building.  I told him that I did not do this, of course.  He said the next best thing you can do is to keep them in their separate cages & keep the cages clean. 

The Nanday was his biggest concern, but he said there's no way he

can ensure me that any of the birds are not carriers without blood

tests, and those are expensive.  Testing each bird would run about

$100 per bird.  So, I had him test the Nanday for Pacheco's. 

He did a gram stain on everybody & all was good.  The vet said

that regardless of what the test says, BoBo has already been

exposed.  If he comes down with Pacheco's he'll die.  What a comforting thought. 

 

I don't know why he was so explicit about this today.  Maybe he thinks I'm overdoing it adopting the birds, or maybe he just wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting into.  Regardless, it's done.  It's too late now to do anything different.  I told him that the birds were in Safehaven Sanctuary for a certain period of time before I took them, so wouldn't it have shown up by now?  And what about the Senegal living with the Nanday?  He said, "He may not have shed the virus yet, if he has it."  He mentioned something about stool, so I'm assuming that's how it's spread.  I guess I need to do some reading up on this.  But he sure did scare me. 

Using logic, however, if the Nanday was a carrier & the Senegal did NOT get the virus, there's a chance that BoBo wouldn't either.  Meaning that the virus was not shed yet.  So, that gives me a little comfort.  But I should know for sure when they call me back to tell me the results of the blood test. 

Sox was upset about that blood test for a just a couple minutes, then he was back to his old self, babying Tux. That's good.  When BoBo had a blood test once he was stressed for a good 20 minutes afterward. He held his beak open & panted.  I said I'd never do that again to a bird. However, I went ahead & had it done on Sox so I'd know if he was ever a threat.  I didn't want the fear to always be hanging over my head.  He took it gracefully, though.  He seems to be a tough cookie.

Well, here's the weights: Big Sammy was 170 grams (that's down from 234, so it's official, he has lost 25% of his body weight). The doc said he still has plenty of meat on his breast so not to worry about him.  Sox was 128 grams & Tuxie was 115.  Jerry, the Sunday was 110.  I was surprised to see that Tuxie weighed more than Jerry because he seems so small; and he shakes if you just look at him.  Maybe it's because he has such a small tail that he just looks smaller.

Jerry & BoBo are molting right now.  That might account for the fatigue they seem to be displaying the last few days.  Plus, the new additions to the flock.  Little Sammy has been napping, too, which is unusual.  I'm watching them closely.  Last night I put everybody to bed by 6:15.  KiKo & Sox get everybody up between 7:00 and 7:30 each morning.  When they were in the bedroom with one window, they all got about 14 hrs of sleep a night.  Now, with them being in the glass room it's harder for me to control the light coming in. So that, combined with KiKo & Sox's early a.m. noises, gets them up and at 'em much earlier.  I hope that's the reason for the fatigue.  

Well, I didn't mean to write a book.  Sorry.