Dino, our ailing rosy faced lovebird, has returned from the better part of a month in the hospital, and instead of it being a hospice-like homecoming, she’s immediately gotten back into her typically mischievous mode.
Dino loves the warmth of my keyboards and has hung out near my computers since returning home on the weekend.
She also chewed the rubber off my glasses while I wasn’t looking, showing that she’s lost little of her trademark cheekiness despite still not being in the best of states.
Dino can’t poop, which is a critical condition for birds, and only the care of the Yokohama Bird Clinic and now Mrs. Kangaeroo in extracting her wastes has kept our little bird alive. Dino came back late on Saturday night and appeared out of sorts then and through Sunday.
She’s wearing a ruffle to prevent her from pecking her infected bum, which is what is stopping her from pooping. She hates it. But it’s a necessary evil at the moment. Dino showed a very hearty appetite on Monday, eating quite a bit and drinking some of her medicine; both crucial acts if she is to have any chance of making a recovery. She also got hours of neck scratches in which she clearly delighted.
This morning, she jumped onto an old decoration to look out of the window of my office as she used to love to do. She has also gutsed down a pretty good feed and had enough energy to bite me for encroaching on her territory to clean her cage.
Dino’s clearly a smart cookie and remembers her home, where she well and truly rules the roost. It’s pretty clear that she is more at ease being here. Now I just pray that this will lead toward some kind of recovery.
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