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...And this is much easier to type when she's not walking across my hands or the keyboard.
Checkup was delayed by another sick bird in the clinic, so I took Muffin out of the carrier (she kept popping her head through the bars and getting stuck) and she chilled on my shoulder for about half an hour as we read Newsweek. She chirped for a while, then fell asleep altogether. When they finally came for her, she wasn't gone too long, and they came back with pretty good news -- her nose is looking a lot better, and she's pretty spritely for a wee bird. If it was simply an upper respiratory infection, it's been dealt with, and she should be good to go. If it was more than that, she'll start to show symptoms after being off the meds and we should bring her in if we notice such and we'll deal with that from there.
Muffin also got blood taken for a DNA gender-test, so we'll finally know definitively in a week if she's a Miss Muffin or a Stud-Muffin.
Did express concern about her weight -- 77 grams is at least 15 grams underweight for a bird of her age, but docs expressed no worried, as her keelbone is not overly prominent nor buried in chubby bird flesh, so she's well-proportioned, just...small. Also asked about the possibility of getting a green light to introduce her to the rest of the flock, as Tiny and Moosie have figured out there's another bird in the house and the three've been exchanging chirps a few times...but docs not only advised against it, they advised a longer quarantine period. Augh. Torturous. But docs do know best....
So now she's literally walking across the keyboard. Not anymore, as I scooped her up after she camped out on the backspace key and consumed half of the last paragraph. Little dickens.
Tonight we will kick it at home and watch the World Series again. Muffin likes the baseball. And the BoSox. And Johnny Damon.
Checkup was delayed by another sick bird in the clinic, so I took Muffin out of the carrier (she kept popping her head through the bars and getting stuck) and she chilled on my shoulder for about half an hour as we read Newsweek. She chirped for a while, then fell asleep altogether. When they finally came for her, she wasn't gone too long, and they came back with pretty good news -- her nose is looking a lot better, and she's pretty spritely for a wee bird. If it was simply an upper respiratory infection, it's been dealt with, and she should be good to go. If it was more than that, she'll start to show symptoms after being off the meds and we should bring her in if we notice such and we'll deal with that from there.
Muffin also got blood taken for a DNA gender-test, so we'll finally know definitively in a week if she's a Miss Muffin or a Stud-Muffin.
Did express concern about her weight -- 77 grams is at least 15 grams underweight for a bird of her age, but docs expressed no worried, as her keelbone is not overly prominent nor buried in chubby bird flesh, so she's well-proportioned, just...small. Also asked about the possibility of getting a green light to introduce her to the rest of the flock, as Tiny and Moosie have figured out there's another bird in the house and the three've been exchanging chirps a few times...but docs not only advised against it, they advised a longer quarantine period. Augh. Torturous. But docs do know best....
So now she's literally walking across the keyboard. Not anymore, as I scooped her up after she camped out on the backspace key and consumed half of the last paragraph. Little dickens.
Tonight we will kick it at home and watch the World Series again. Muffin likes the baseball. And the BoSox. And Johnny Damon.