christine
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- Sep 9, 2013
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- Parrots
- 2 Lovebirds: 1 male A. r. roseicollis (Whitefaced Violet Mutation) & 1 female A. r. roseicollis (Green Mutation?)
Hi everyone, my name is Christine.
I have a pair of lovebirds that I got around December of last year (they are about a year old now). Since I have gotten them my life has totally revolved around them. I got them tested for every bird disease they might have--they are all negative.
They have two macaw-sized cages, one at home and one at work. They migrate with me to work everyday. I recently decided to let their wings grow out so they can fly. I was teaching them to only hang out on a few bird safe landing zones.
At some point the little boy ate metal. I went to an engagement party on Saturday and I had to leave around 4pm, got home at 1am and didnt want to disturb the birds with light so I put a blanket over their cage but I didnt stare into the cage cause it was too hard to see so I didnt check on them. The female woke me up at 8am loudly singing. I took blanket off and saw the male sitting at the bottom of the cage looking like he was sitting peaking out of the bars at the bottom----then I noticed he was too still. He had died at some point between 4pm and 8am.
I was devastated. He was my little buddy. He was the most friendly of the two and the most bonded to me. He didnt "step up" he "leapt up" he was always so excited to hang out with me.
I took his body to the avian vet who did an x-ray and found metal in his stomach--a tiny bit but thats all it takes. I looked back at the past few days to see if I had any sort of clue to his demise. The only thing I can think of is that before I left for the engagement party he was spending a lot of time on the heated perch. Perhaps he wasn't feeling well.
I'm still playing the blame game trying to figure out what I did to cause this. I wish I could turn back time. I miss him so much its crazy how much these little birds have wormed their was into my heart. I was hoping to have 10-15 years with them at least--and it was cut way too short for the little boy. I wish I had at least been there to comfort him when he didn't feel good.
Since this has happened my focus has turned to the little girl. She has been spending a lot more time on my shoulder or on my head. She's attached--I'm thinking about renaming her Glue or something. I'm worried about her being without the little boy--her boyfriend.
Should I get another bird for her? Maybe it would help both of us get over the loss.
Then again there is logistics to worry about--how do you transition a new bird into the house? Especially if she has been tested for every disease and is in the clear. How do you buy a new bird, keep them separate so as not to spread disease on accident, get the new bird tested, wait a week or two for results meanwhile living with two birds living separately--one of them brand new and needy because they are scared and in a new place and the other one newly mateless and more needy because of that? Not to mention, what happens if the new bird comes back positive for Psittacine or something?
Any way, thanks for listening/reading. RIP Baby Boy whose name forever changed but I always called him Baby. The little boy is the one with the more boldly orange forehead and a blue butt. The girl is all green with a orange/grayish forehead that fades into the green.
I have a pair of lovebirds that I got around December of last year (they are about a year old now). Since I have gotten them my life has totally revolved around them. I got them tested for every bird disease they might have--they are all negative.
They have two macaw-sized cages, one at home and one at work. They migrate with me to work everyday. I recently decided to let their wings grow out so they can fly. I was teaching them to only hang out on a few bird safe landing zones.
At some point the little boy ate metal. I went to an engagement party on Saturday and I had to leave around 4pm, got home at 1am and didnt want to disturb the birds with light so I put a blanket over their cage but I didnt stare into the cage cause it was too hard to see so I didnt check on them. The female woke me up at 8am loudly singing. I took blanket off and saw the male sitting at the bottom of the cage looking like he was sitting peaking out of the bars at the bottom----then I noticed he was too still. He had died at some point between 4pm and 8am.
I was devastated. He was my little buddy. He was the most friendly of the two and the most bonded to me. He didnt "step up" he "leapt up" he was always so excited to hang out with me.
I took his body to the avian vet who did an x-ray and found metal in his stomach--a tiny bit but thats all it takes. I looked back at the past few days to see if I had any sort of clue to his demise. The only thing I can think of is that before I left for the engagement party he was spending a lot of time on the heated perch. Perhaps he wasn't feeling well.
I'm still playing the blame game trying to figure out what I did to cause this. I wish I could turn back time. I miss him so much its crazy how much these little birds have wormed their was into my heart. I was hoping to have 10-15 years with them at least--and it was cut way too short for the little boy. I wish I had at least been there to comfort him when he didn't feel good.
Since this has happened my focus has turned to the little girl. She has been spending a lot more time on my shoulder or on my head. She's attached--I'm thinking about renaming her Glue or something. I'm worried about her being without the little boy--her boyfriend.
Should I get another bird for her? Maybe it would help both of us get over the loss.
Then again there is logistics to worry about--how do you transition a new bird into the house? Especially if she has been tested for every disease and is in the clear. How do you buy a new bird, keep them separate so as not to spread disease on accident, get the new bird tested, wait a week or two for results meanwhile living with two birds living separately--one of them brand new and needy because they are scared and in a new place and the other one newly mateless and more needy because of that? Not to mention, what happens if the new bird comes back positive for Psittacine or something?
Any way, thanks for listening/reading. RIP Baby Boy whose name forever changed but I always called him Baby. The little boy is the one with the more boldly orange forehead and a blue butt. The girl is all green with a orange/grayish forehead that fades into the green.