Oh wow, Stephen! I somehow managed to miss your post about Bixby and have only just read it with mounting horror! Poor Bixby! And poor you!
You must've been beside yourself when Bixby was showing such weird symptoms. I'd've been frightened he'd had a stroke or suffered brain damage or something equally dire. I'm relieved Bixby's getting back to normal, but I hope you do visit a more sympathetic vet and get a proper opinion about his health. Inability of a parrot to EAT is just not within ordinary observations, is it? I wrenched a little muscle in my jaw a couple of years ago and it took ages before I could feel normal eating and speaking. Poor Bixby! Do give him some special scritches from Aunty Trisha and tell him my Phloque is most concerned for his well-being!
On another note, I would just like to indicate very gently and in a very sotto voce sort of soft voice that you owe me a bloody-long tome. I'm a patient woman. I have excellent waiting skills. But fair's fair, y'know?
Bl**dy h***!!! On yet another note, I would just like to add that when I stood up, my hand got wedged between the arm of my chair and the edge of my desk. This has resulted in a whopping great bruise across the back of my poor, dainty little hand and I can't bend my pinky! EOWWWCHCHCHCHCHC! I have chagrin! Think I'll just toddle off to the freezer and find frozen peas... :22_yikes: