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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.

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