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Aug. 30th, 2008 07:33 pmI've lost a bird, and gained a bird.
Tuesday night I saw that my parakeet, Chipster, hadn't eaten. This is never a good sign, but sometimes it happens, so I decided to just keep an eye on her. Wednesday she was fluffed on her perch, so I knew she was sick. We started medicating her, hoping it was something simple like a respiratory ailment. However, I suspected she might be egg-bound, so I decided that if the medicine hadn't worked by Friday, I'd take her to the vet on Saturday. This morning, however, she was already gone.
I was upset, naturally. I cried a lot. But Pete, my parrot, was just as upset. Chipster's cage has been next to his since we got her, and she was his buddy. He kept looking at the empty space where the cage was, and chirping forlornly.
My roomie, seeing all this, said she knew someone who had offered her a Quaker parrot for free. Just out of the blue, knowing she's an animal lover. The parrot had flown right to their house, and they've been taking care of it for about 4 years, but with all the dogs and cats in the house, the bird was being neglected and needed a good home. Randi contacted them, and they still had the bird.
So, Cracker has come home with me. He's a pretty green and grey parrot, small (about half the size of Pete). He's already let me pet him, and he's got plenty of energy and bright interest in what's going on around him. Pete is already trying to make friends. So I think this might work out. I miss my Chipster, but a big hole has been filled with this new baby.
Tuesday night I saw that my parakeet, Chipster, hadn't eaten. This is never a good sign, but sometimes it happens, so I decided to just keep an eye on her. Wednesday she was fluffed on her perch, so I knew she was sick. We started medicating her, hoping it was something simple like a respiratory ailment. However, I suspected she might be egg-bound, so I decided that if the medicine hadn't worked by Friday, I'd take her to the vet on Saturday. This morning, however, she was already gone.
I was upset, naturally. I cried a lot. But Pete, my parrot, was just as upset. Chipster's cage has been next to his since we got her, and she was his buddy. He kept looking at the empty space where the cage was, and chirping forlornly.
My roomie, seeing all this, said she knew someone who had offered her a Quaker parrot for free. Just out of the blue, knowing she's an animal lover. The parrot had flown right to their house, and they've been taking care of it for about 4 years, but with all the dogs and cats in the house, the bird was being neglected and needed a good home. Randi contacted them, and they still had the bird.
So, Cracker has come home with me. He's a pretty green and grey parrot, small (about half the size of Pete). He's already let me pet him, and he's got plenty of energy and bright interest in what's going on around him. Pete is already trying to make friends. So I think this might work out. I miss my Chipster, but a big hole has been filled with this new baby.