Been Missing From Here
Hiya. Hope all is well with everyone! Sorry I haven't been around much to inflict my stories on you. Too much real life going on at Camp Nappy. Some good. Some not so good but such is life, no?
I'll try to make this update in a semi chronological order. First was one of the sadder occurrences with the passing of a feathered friend ....
Someone found him nearly buried in the late winter snows of the year 2000. He had a broken leg and was near death from the injury and cold. The broken leg, that was thinner than a toothpick, remained attached by a tiny piece of skin. There was no saving the already blackened limb so I completed the amputation.
He was warmed up and given antibiotics and a lot of tender loving care. It is not every day that I meet a Dark-eyed Junco face to face. And what a beautiful face he had! I contacted my avian Veterinarian friend and asked if Mr. Junco could be fitted with a prosthesis to make his life easier. Alas, there was no such item but Mr. Junco very quickly recovered and adjusted to a one legged life in captivity.
He was free to mingle and play in the aviary. He was a little smaller than the sparrows and finches but he got along with everyone. Mr. Junco never failed to keep us company while decorating the Christmas tree. His sweet song was a continuous serenade throughout the month of December and beyond. Mr. Junco sang his sweet song at all hours of the night too.
This spring he seemed weak and was placed in a cage. The first time since a week after he came to stay with us seven years ago. The Avian Veterinarian suggested he remain more isolated as he was getting up in age and the stress of being in the free flight aviary may be too much for him. Mr. Junco had a large cage and a variety of seeds, fruits, mealworms and a dish of water for a nice bath. Within 2 days Mr. Junco seemed to recover his strength and was singing happily at all hours of the day and night again.
He looked so good we thought to let him back into the free flight area again, once the Orange Weaver Finches were done with their nesting. The Orange Weavers are *VERY* aggressive at this time. Mr. Junco never made it back to the free flight. He died suddenly late last year.
He was an adult when he came to live with us and it is estimated they can live 8-10 years in captivity but only 2-3 years in the wild. He was wrapped in a paper towel with a flower design and buried under some violets.
Oh Mr. Junco ... You always remained wild and barely tolerated our intrusion into your territory. You would fly up to the highest branches or go behind a limb and stretch to peek over and keep an eye on us. Although you knew us for so many years you never quite trusted that we would not suddenly make a quick meal of you.
Mr. Junco, you'll never know how much happiness your cheerful nature brought to our home. :*-( *~*~*~*~*~*~*
We continue to see *our* Mr. Cardinal almost daily. He's lookin' good! No new wild additions. The Blue Jay and Grackle continue to do well together. They even have a game where one flies down, picks up a birdy toy, flies back to a branch then tosses the toy toward the other bird. The other bird then flies down, gets the toy and does the same. The game ends once the toy lands in the bird bath. Maybe that is the object of the game? LOL!
In January I was feeding the avian inmates and looked up to see a new addition! Ooooo! A sweet little Orange Weaver Finch! We had one in 2006 who fledged on Christmas Day and now we have another! Soooooo precious! :-)
Then something we call The Crud hit Camp Nappy. A severe sinus infection that became bronchitis and progressed to pneumonia. I got them all. Two days after I thought I was cured of crud, I got Influenza and was sicker than I have ever been for about 5 days. The others at Camp Nappy escaped with a cold and / or sinus infection.
Daisy started coughing. She was very ill for a few weeks with an autoimmune disease. She's doing great now. Even managed to pull down a log that holds suet plugs and was dining on that this afternoon. :-) Glad she's OK. LOL!
One of the Cockateils was missing on and off for a while. We suspected he may be sitting in a nest but didn't really take the time to check because we were all fighting the crud. He and the other Cockateil would appear in the aviary and eat so everything was fine. That is until one of the Green-Cheeked Conures got out and made a Mafia-type hit on Oblio. He bit the Cockateil in the leg and broke it just above what would be his knee. So Oblio needed to be anesthetized and got a splint on his leg.
He's needed several antibiotics and pain medication and multiple rechecks with the avian specialist and new splints but he's doing better 4(?) weeks later. Normally he would have been healed in 2 weeks but because it was a bite and an open fracture he's taking longer.
As is the norm at Camp Nappy, during all this drama,there was more drama. Mike needed to get arthroscopic surgery on his knee. He's doing fine too. No apparent Mafia hit was responsible for Mike's knee job.
Then we had proof of what Oblio and his Mrs. had been doing. We suspected they had a nest. Then I saw a young Billy Idol in the aviary! OY! We had a baby! :-) Sorry for the crappy picture.
His / her feathers look scruffy because they are still coming in. What a cutie! :-) So Oblio is still recovering from his fracture and Mom is caring for the chick solo. The Conure hit man was placed in lock-up! LOL!
Then there was the blizzard this weekend which was fun! :-)
I'm thinkin' that's about it for this report. Probably a good thing since most of you have drifted off to sleep by now.
Sleep tight. Stay toasty!