About two months ago we had a death in the family. My lovely, yellow budgie Letitia fell off her perch, literally and metaphorically. When budgie's get sick, they are usually on the verge of death before they actually show any symptoms. Apparently this is a survival thing. Anyway, poor Letitia died.
So, feeling sorry for Albert for being all alone, we decided to get another budgie. So we traipse off to the budgie breeders house to look at the birds. We decide on a big, fat, green bird so we give the guy 15 bucks and take the newly christened Mickey home in a shoebox. He's a lovely bird but when we put him in the cage he's about three times the size of Albert.
Within a week, Mickey started looking a bit unwell, he had his feathers all fluffed up and was very quiet. So Handsomest, fearing the worst, took Albert and Mickey to the bird specialist vet. Which was very successful and well worth it. Apparently Mickey had a bacteria in his first stomach which meant he wasn't able to absorb what he was eating. So the vet gave us some special bird antibiotics. Mickey also had a few bird lice which he brought with him from the aviary. So the vet gave us a spray to fix this. Albert has a benign tumor on his stomach about the size of a life saver. The vet can't do anything about this. We also learnt that Albert is actually an Alberta. I know, I know - I feel pretty stupid about this one.
We also learnt that you shouldn't feed budgies bird seed - it's the bird equivalent of eating nothing but McDonalds. You are meant to feed them these little bird pellety things which are the birdy-equivalent of dry dog food. Very nutritious but not particularly tasty so you have to ween them off the bird seed and on to the pellets over a month or so.
So the good news is that Mickey and Alberta are looking much better and they were singing when I left home this morning.
*PS. That's Mickey as in the pikey from Snatch not Mickey as in Mouse or Mickey as in Oh Mickey you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind, Hey Mickey.