Hi everybody, how are you all?
This isn't a post about a recently passed parrot, but rather one I lost early this year. I was looking through my photos last night and I came across the few photos I have of him.
I've learned a LOT about keeping parrots within these past 9 or so months. From knowing the basics, to being able to identify if my bird is feeling sick, or is just off. Unfortunately, when I got my Murphy, I was not as experienced. I got him from a reputable breeder, bought him all the supplies I might need, but I didn't have the knowledge of how to identify a suffering bird.
I intended to take him to the vet within the first couple weeks of owning him to check his overall health, but I had gotten busy and not taken him in yet. Murphy was not old enough to be away from his parents, despite looking it. He received handfeedings with the store keepers, but only small amounts to supplement solid foods. They failed to tell me this. He was eating seed just fine (I planned to ease him into pellets over the next few months), but he wasn't absorbing the nutrients from it. He was constantly eating, but I thought nothing of it considering my budgie eats a lot as well.
After only two weeks, I came home from an overnight celebration of my friend's birthday, to Murphy acting very sluggish. Immediately I knew something was wrong, so I tried to give him some water, thinking maybe he was just dehydrated. I knew birds hid their illnesses to the last moment, and I became extremely worried. His situation went downhill as the day went on, and my family and I drove him to an emergency clinic an hour away, as they were the only ones who would take birds. There was multiple times that I thought he died in my arms. He was still shy around people, but he wouldn't rest unless I held him on that ride. The vet managed to stabilize him, and recommended we leave him there and go home to rest. He passed only a few hours after around 1 AM.
This haunts me. I was negligent, and ignorant. I truly did not know enough about the signs of a sick bird to own one. Looking back, there was signs straight from day one.
Murphy made me love cockatiels, despite having him for such a short time. They're my favorite small parrots now, and I'm thankful I had the time I did with him. I just think I'll forever wish I could have done something, or give him a second chance.
Sorry for such a long post, and I hope this isn't too much of a mess to read. I probably forgot some stuff but I don't feel like editing this much, I just needed to get this off my chest. I attached a couple pictures of Murphy below. I miss my handsome little guy.
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This isn't a post about a recently passed parrot, but rather one I lost early this year. I was looking through my photos last night and I came across the few photos I have of him.
I've learned a LOT about keeping parrots within these past 9 or so months. From knowing the basics, to being able to identify if my bird is feeling sick, or is just off. Unfortunately, when I got my Murphy, I was not as experienced. I got him from a reputable breeder, bought him all the supplies I might need, but I didn't have the knowledge of how to identify a suffering bird.
I intended to take him to the vet within the first couple weeks of owning him to check his overall health, but I had gotten busy and not taken him in yet. Murphy was not old enough to be away from his parents, despite looking it. He received handfeedings with the store keepers, but only small amounts to supplement solid foods. They failed to tell me this. He was eating seed just fine (I planned to ease him into pellets over the next few months), but he wasn't absorbing the nutrients from it. He was constantly eating, but I thought nothing of it considering my budgie eats a lot as well.
After only two weeks, I came home from an overnight celebration of my friend's birthday, to Murphy acting very sluggish. Immediately I knew something was wrong, so I tried to give him some water, thinking maybe he was just dehydrated. I knew birds hid their illnesses to the last moment, and I became extremely worried. His situation went downhill as the day went on, and my family and I drove him to an emergency clinic an hour away, as they were the only ones who would take birds. There was multiple times that I thought he died in my arms. He was still shy around people, but he wouldn't rest unless I held him on that ride. The vet managed to stabilize him, and recommended we leave him there and go home to rest. He passed only a few hours after around 1 AM.
This haunts me. I was negligent, and ignorant. I truly did not know enough about the signs of a sick bird to own one. Looking back, there was signs straight from day one.
Murphy made me love cockatiels, despite having him for such a short time. They're my favorite small parrots now, and I'm thankful I had the time I did with him. I just think I'll forever wish I could have done something, or give him a second chance.
Sorry for such a long post, and I hope this isn't too much of a mess to read. I probably forgot some stuff but I don't feel like editing this much, I just needed to get this off my chest. I attached a couple pictures of Murphy below. I miss my handsome little guy.
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