Elvis has had a very bad day. All of it is my fault. When you hear about stories where something tatally preventable happens you think "No way will I ever let that happen." Unfourtunatly fate is a nasty piece of work and when you slip believe you me it will kick you hard, or someone close to you. Which as I should add is WAY worse.
So, yesterday started as normal, I fed the hooligans, cleaned the cages and so on. Vegas was being obnoxious so I let him out on top of his cage and went to deal with the leopard gecko. Vegas has a bad habit of jumping onto the cage of the smaller birds. Rockers knows how to drive him off or run away, Elvis, well isn't so swift. He screams but doesn't move. This has happened before and usually I can seperate the two quickly. I never thought something bad would ever happen, I was complacent and I was wrong. Vegas landed on Elvis' cage and went after him, and succeded. Vegas got a hold of Elvis' foot and bit down. Hard. Elvis screamed, I ran over, but it was too late, Elvis was bleeding. His foot looked bad, really bad. I called the vet and rushed over, making it by 20minutes before the avian vet was schedualed to leave. he took one look and went, "oh, he got you good." So they take Elvis to the back and I was left in the waiting room. When Elvis started screaming, I lost it, I wanted to kill someone. The only person I can blame though is myself, I should have known better. After the longest 15 minutes of my life they brought him out, foot in a big green bandage. He was prescribed baytril and rest, and Monday I was too come in to have the bandages changed. We went home, and I moved all his perches down low and made him as comfortable as possible.
Elvis is a trooper, on the way to the vet's office he sang, he chatted up the nurses and accepted tickles right away. He's such a good, sweet little bird. When I arrived home from work last night I brought fresh millet and a platform for him to be more comfortable. I took him out and brought him over to the couch so we could sit together. At this point you think ok it's all going to be ok, he'll be a little dorky looking for a while with his silly green boot but it will soon be off. WHAT MORE COULD GO WRONG?
The phone rang, or I had to grab somthing at this point I don't even remember. What I do remember is getting up and having to walk around the couch. That is about five feet at most. That is when Elvis spooked, what made him freak? I haven't the slightest idea. But I heard wings flapping and my heart stopped. OH NO ELVIS PLEASE DON"T! And I ran as fast as I could but he was faster and being off balance he didn't land on the perch, he landed on Vegas' cage, with Vegas right below him. I had to hit Vegas to make him let go, I grabbed Elvis and he rolled in my hand. Vegas had got the OTHER FOOT! Thankfully Charles was nearly home, i had just enough composer left to dial the after hours clinic and sob, "he got the other foot!" Off to the vet we go for the second time in one day. This time he bled alot more, if you would have asked me I would have sworn that his foot was going to fall off. Poor poor Elvis Bird.
At the moment Elvis is sleeping in his crate, I carted him to work with me so that I could watch him. I have to help him drink, eat and poop. all he is capable of is rolling around very akwardly.
I hope that the damaged isn't permanent, unfortunatly only time will tell at this point. I would die if he lost a foot or both, what would the poor little guy do? he was already the clumiest, now he may be further hindered.
Elvis is a trooper, like I said, and I hope he makes it out in one piece.
I posted this in general because more people will read it, and it's very important that people know. DO NOT GET COMPLACENT! Never think "oh that can't happen to me" , I sure did and now Elvis has to pay.