Teddscau
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- Budgies: Sunshine, Blanco, Azure; Peach-faced lovebirds: Rosie and Jaybird; YSA: Jasper (♀)
I have everything under control at the moment, so don't worry. I just wanted to share my stressful day with you guys. Spoiler alert: she DOESN'T die!
Okay, so yesterday Trixie got an ouchie (probably a bite) on her bad toe. Prior to adopting her, she lost part of her toe due to an injury. Anyways, the bite she received yesterday would've definitely hurt (she was bleeding a bit), but it was nothing life threatening. Ouchies of this kind only happen once or twice a year around here, but they aren't anything I can't handle. I watched her for quite a while and she was fine, so I went in the pool to rinse off as I'd just spent forever cleaning the artificial turf I bought for them.
Fast forward MAYBE an hour, and I check on her again. When I walked in the aviary there were puddles of blood. There's so much blood that I actually spot Ju licking some of it off a branch. I finally spot her and she's holding her foot up. Her entire foot is covered in blood. While I was away, she'd picked at her toe and made a superficial injury into something life threatening. It's like if a toddler tried to fix a skinned knee by using an electric sander on it.
I then spend the next several minutes with my dad trying to catch her. Honestly, there's blood everywhere. She must've lost almost 2ml. We finally catch her and I covered her foot in the emergency cornstarch I keep next to the aviary. It turns red. I put more on, and she soaks through it again. I spend a couple of minutes putting more and more cornstarch on her toe. It finally seems to be slowing down, so we start giving her Pedialyte with a syringe. Next thing I know there's a bit of blood on my dad's hand. Some of the Pedialyte got on her toe so she started to bleed again. I know I'm starting repeat myself here, but I cover her foot in cornstarch yet again, then stick her in a small cage while I get her a couple of dishes of food and Pedialyte. I mean, it's not unusual for it to take a few attempts to get a bird to stop bleeding.
Honestly, she lost a lot of blood, but at least she had finally stopped bleeding. But then I saw that her rope perch was turning red, and her tummy's soaked in blood. I quickly grab her and stick her foot right in the container of cornstarch. But it won't stop. My hand's dripping with blood, and I've even smeared it on her head. She was so pale. Each time she struggled, she tore her injury open. She has this cut right between her toes, so every time she moves her toes, she starts gushing blood like a hemophiliac.
I totally lost it at this point and just started bawling my eyes out. There was just so much blood pouring out of her. I ran upstairs to get my dad (I'm an adult but I can't control myself when things go wrong with my kiddies). He rushed to help me and saw the blood dripping everywhere and the cornstarch all over the room. Somehow the bleeding stopped during my nervous breakdown and he told me I should just hold her and try to keep her comfortable until she passed.
I held her, pressed against my chest for almost an hour, telling her to be brave and to just keep breathing, praying for her not to die. You can just imagine the mess I was. Then my dad came down again and we had her drink some more Pedialyte, then I pressed her against me again to keep her warm. After a few minutes she started fussing in my hand and was putting her beak on my fingers, "threatening" me (she's one of the only birds I've ever had who's never bit me). Then she started chirping and refused to lay back down, so I put her in the tiny cage and she started preening and plucking herself as usual. She clearly wasn't dying so I brought her cage upstairs with me.
For the next two hours I had to watch her like a hawk to make sure she didn't pick at her ouchie again. Man, the little troublemaker just kept sticking her toe back in her mouth and I'd have to give her heck to get her to stop.
This. This is why my life is so freaking stressful. I feel I shouldn't have to tell the kids this, but DON'T MAKE OUCHIES BIGGER. My gosh, to play it safe I'm putting an e-collar on the next bird who gets a bump or scrape. Man, I should've realized that the little plucker would turn a tiny nick into a huge gash. Man, there was so much blood that I thought she had tried to gnaw her toe off! Luckily the toe is still intact.
Okay, so yesterday Trixie got an ouchie (probably a bite) on her bad toe. Prior to adopting her, she lost part of her toe due to an injury. Anyways, the bite she received yesterday would've definitely hurt (she was bleeding a bit), but it was nothing life threatening. Ouchies of this kind only happen once or twice a year around here, but they aren't anything I can't handle. I watched her for quite a while and she was fine, so I went in the pool to rinse off as I'd just spent forever cleaning the artificial turf I bought for them.
Fast forward MAYBE an hour, and I check on her again. When I walked in the aviary there were puddles of blood. There's so much blood that I actually spot Ju licking some of it off a branch. I finally spot her and she's holding her foot up. Her entire foot is covered in blood. While I was away, she'd picked at her toe and made a superficial injury into something life threatening. It's like if a toddler tried to fix a skinned knee by using an electric sander on it.
I then spend the next several minutes with my dad trying to catch her. Honestly, there's blood everywhere. She must've lost almost 2ml. We finally catch her and I covered her foot in the emergency cornstarch I keep next to the aviary. It turns red. I put more on, and she soaks through it again. I spend a couple of minutes putting more and more cornstarch on her toe. It finally seems to be slowing down, so we start giving her Pedialyte with a syringe. Next thing I know there's a bit of blood on my dad's hand. Some of the Pedialyte got on her toe so she started to bleed again. I know I'm starting repeat myself here, but I cover her foot in cornstarch yet again, then stick her in a small cage while I get her a couple of dishes of food and Pedialyte. I mean, it's not unusual for it to take a few attempts to get a bird to stop bleeding.
Honestly, she lost a lot of blood, but at least she had finally stopped bleeding. But then I saw that her rope perch was turning red, and her tummy's soaked in blood. I quickly grab her and stick her foot right in the container of cornstarch. But it won't stop. My hand's dripping with blood, and I've even smeared it on her head. She was so pale. Each time she struggled, she tore her injury open. She has this cut right between her toes, so every time she moves her toes, she starts gushing blood like a hemophiliac.
I totally lost it at this point and just started bawling my eyes out. There was just so much blood pouring out of her. I ran upstairs to get my dad (I'm an adult but I can't control myself when things go wrong with my kiddies). He rushed to help me and saw the blood dripping everywhere and the cornstarch all over the room. Somehow the bleeding stopped during my nervous breakdown and he told me I should just hold her and try to keep her comfortable until she passed.
I held her, pressed against my chest for almost an hour, telling her to be brave and to just keep breathing, praying for her not to die. You can just imagine the mess I was. Then my dad came down again and we had her drink some more Pedialyte, then I pressed her against me again to keep her warm. After a few minutes she started fussing in my hand and was putting her beak on my fingers, "threatening" me (she's one of the only birds I've ever had who's never bit me). Then she started chirping and refused to lay back down, so I put her in the tiny cage and she started preening and plucking herself as usual. She clearly wasn't dying so I brought her cage upstairs with me.
For the next two hours I had to watch her like a hawk to make sure she didn't pick at her ouchie again. Man, the little troublemaker just kept sticking her toe back in her mouth and I'd have to give her heck to get her to stop.
This. This is why my life is so freaking stressful. I feel I shouldn't have to tell the kids this, but DON'T MAKE OUCHIES BIGGER. My gosh, to play it safe I'm putting an e-collar on the next bird who gets a bump or scrape. Man, I should've realized that the little plucker would turn a tiny nick into a huge gash. Man, there was so much blood that I thought she had tried to gnaw her toe off! Luckily the toe is still intact.