brianlinkles
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- Aug 17, 2011
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- Parrots
- i am the mom of three parrots:
Dorothy- African grey (cag)
Bowie- blue and gold macaw
Nellie- hyacinth macaw
Reggie- hyacinth macaw
Marnie- white bellied caique
I thought I would share a story about my female green cheek conure breeder, Hazel. About a week and a half ago, I found Hazel out of her nest box on the bottom of the cage bleeding. She had been attacked by her mate, Monroe. I was so shocked because they had five eggs in their nest (four fertile, and about to hatch in about 3 days). They have been together and had several clutches with no incident. I am not going to go into all that happened after that because I don't want to bore anyone with all the details. I will just say that the eggs were lost and it was quite heart breaking.
What I want to tell everyone is what happened just a couple of days ago. I have been hand feeding Hazel even though she has been able to eat on her own. She was on antibiotics due to the issue with her leg (which will probably never be able to be used) After hand feeding her for a week she was doing great and I made my first mistake which was to just hand feed her in the late afternoon when she got her antibiotics. It was becoming stressful for her to be taken out of her cage (she was in a small hospital cage) I decided, stupidly that she was eating well enough on her own that just the one feeding would suffice. I noticed a couple of nights ago when I took her out for her medicine that she felt very thin. I immediately realized that I should have been hand feeding the three times a day that I was doing prior. I mixed up some food, adding the additional calories of peanut butter and began to feed her. I could tell that she wasn't doing well. She had taken quite a down hill turn. I was sure it was because she wasn't quite as strong as I thought and wasn't eating the way she should. I hand fed her however she was really being difficult and a lot of the food go on to her. I then proceeded to make my second HUGE mistake. I got a warm wet cloth and wiped her down thinking that it would make her feel better to get all the sticky food off of her. I put her back in her cage and told my husband that I didn't think she was doing well at all and that she might not make it. I went back and checked on her about 40 minutes later where I found her laying on her side with her eyes closed and very cold (due to the fact that I stupidly got her wet). She was doing the little gasping thing with her mouth that I have seen other birds do when they are passing away. I wrapped her in a blanket and stroked her head talking to her. I knew that she was dying and I didn't want her to be alone as I was sure she was taking her last breaths. I just sat in the breeders room talking to her, telling her to be strong and to fight. I truly thought that this was such a long shot. She literally couldn't open her eyes and just sat opening and closing her beak. My husband kept coming in because he was trying to get me to put hazel in the little box on the heating pad that I asked him to set up. I however just didn't have the heart to allow her to pass away alone. After about an hour of doing this, with lots of prayer being said as I talked to her stroking her little head, I had to help my daughter with something. I Placed Hazel in the little blanket lined box on the heating pad. I hurried helping my daughter and returned to Hazel after about 30 minutes. She was still wrapped in the blanket but I was surprised to see her laying there with her eyes open! I went and got a syringe of warm water and gave it to her along with some very watery formula, just a little. I talked with her promising her a great life if she would just fight. I went to sleep with the lid off the box and wrapped in the blanket. My husband got up the next morning very early, he checked on her and I was awoken with him holding little Hazel. He said she was walking around on the floor. I wrapped her in a blanket and just laid there petting her head talking to her. I swear my little breeder that usually would love to give you a nip or two just laid in the blanket allowing me to rub her head. She is still not doing great and will never be able to use her leg however, she is eating well, drinking well and definitely fighting. What I wanted to share with you is that I totally gave up all hope, I told my daughter to say prayers, I asked my husband as well. The next day my 13 year old came up to me and said Mom I think our prayer helped! (I will also say that the heat didn't hurt either!!) I guess I'm just saying sometimes these little creatures surprise us with their fight. I know that I made several horrible mistakes which likely caused her to go into shock which is what many times kills them. I also want to say that this little girl knows now that I am trying to help her and allows me to pick her up pet her etc. I am not sure what will happen when I put her back eventually with her mate, if he even looks at her wrong she will be put in her own cage and will be my little pet. I hope that she and Monroe will be able to be together again as they seem to miss each other however this little girl seems to also enjoy the attention she has been getting. I know she is not out of the woods yet and I hope that she does in fact get a lot stronger, I am just thank ful that she has come as far as she seems to !
Sorry for such a long post!
What I want to tell everyone is what happened just a couple of days ago. I have been hand feeding Hazel even though she has been able to eat on her own. She was on antibiotics due to the issue with her leg (which will probably never be able to be used) After hand feeding her for a week she was doing great and I made my first mistake which was to just hand feed her in the late afternoon when she got her antibiotics. It was becoming stressful for her to be taken out of her cage (she was in a small hospital cage) I decided, stupidly that she was eating well enough on her own that just the one feeding would suffice. I noticed a couple of nights ago when I took her out for her medicine that she felt very thin. I immediately realized that I should have been hand feeding the three times a day that I was doing prior. I mixed up some food, adding the additional calories of peanut butter and began to feed her. I could tell that she wasn't doing well. She had taken quite a down hill turn. I was sure it was because she wasn't quite as strong as I thought and wasn't eating the way she should. I hand fed her however she was really being difficult and a lot of the food go on to her. I then proceeded to make my second HUGE mistake. I got a warm wet cloth and wiped her down thinking that it would make her feel better to get all the sticky food off of her. I put her back in her cage and told my husband that I didn't think she was doing well at all and that she might not make it. I went back and checked on her about 40 minutes later where I found her laying on her side with her eyes closed and very cold (due to the fact that I stupidly got her wet). She was doing the little gasping thing with her mouth that I have seen other birds do when they are passing away. I wrapped her in a blanket and stroked her head talking to her. I knew that she was dying and I didn't want her to be alone as I was sure she was taking her last breaths. I just sat in the breeders room talking to her, telling her to be strong and to fight. I truly thought that this was such a long shot. She literally couldn't open her eyes and just sat opening and closing her beak. My husband kept coming in because he was trying to get me to put hazel in the little box on the heating pad that I asked him to set up. I however just didn't have the heart to allow her to pass away alone. After about an hour of doing this, with lots of prayer being said as I talked to her stroking her little head, I had to help my daughter with something. I Placed Hazel in the little blanket lined box on the heating pad. I hurried helping my daughter and returned to Hazel after about 30 minutes. She was still wrapped in the blanket but I was surprised to see her laying there with her eyes open! I went and got a syringe of warm water and gave it to her along with some very watery formula, just a little. I talked with her promising her a great life if she would just fight. I went to sleep with the lid off the box and wrapped in the blanket. My husband got up the next morning very early, he checked on her and I was awoken with him holding little Hazel. He said she was walking around on the floor. I wrapped her in a blanket and just laid there petting her head talking to her. I swear my little breeder that usually would love to give you a nip or two just laid in the blanket allowing me to rub her head. She is still not doing great and will never be able to use her leg however, she is eating well, drinking well and definitely fighting. What I wanted to share with you is that I totally gave up all hope, I told my daughter to say prayers, I asked my husband as well. The next day my 13 year old came up to me and said Mom I think our prayer helped! (I will also say that the heat didn't hurt either!!) I guess I'm just saying sometimes these little creatures surprise us with their fight. I know that I made several horrible mistakes which likely caused her to go into shock which is what many times kills them. I also want to say that this little girl knows now that I am trying to help her and allows me to pick her up pet her etc. I am not sure what will happen when I put her back eventually with her mate, if he even looks at her wrong she will be put in her own cage and will be my little pet. I hope that she and Monroe will be able to be together again as they seem to miss each other however this little girl seems to also enjoy the attention she has been getting. I know she is not out of the woods yet and I hope that she does in fact get a lot stronger, I am just thank ful that she has come as far as she seems to !
Sorry for such a long post!