So, he's been settling in well and I'd started training, and started converting him to pellets (Harrison's), weighing him every day etc....and then last Thursday evening I thought he was a bit quiet. He seemed fine Friday morning then in the evening all was definitely not well. He sat on me for ages, really subdued, with his feathers a bit fluffed up. Saturday morning he was a bit brighter but his poo was really runny so I called the specialist avian vet I'd found, and had spoken to re an initial health check earlier in the week, and bf and I trekked some distance to the vet's.
The vet was very very good and very very expensive . I liked him a lot - he was clearly knowledgeable and thorough and took Alfie/Sadie (sorry, name coming very soon!) out of his carrier immediately and handled him so confidently and kindly, Alfie was like putty in his hands! The vet did various tests and after took a lot of time to talk over diet, foraging, training etc with me.
Upshot is he was clear on other health checks but has a nasty crop infection. The vet started him on Baytril then called me this morning to say after the culture results had come in he's switching him to something else, which will be here tomorrow.
Poor little squib! Plus, although he's very good about lying in my lap while I administer medicine, he's not at all happy with me as a result and is acting much more wary around me than he was. And we've got another five days of this to go!
Don't you hate it when your feathery/furry family members are poorly?? I wish I could just give him a cuddle but that's not going to happen....especially now I'm putting him through the twice daily medicinal trauma. I just want him to get better (obviously) and I hate that this is happening at the beginning of our relationship.







