TechCu seemed to have injured her left leg for quite some time because she would place most of the weight on her right leg with the left one barely tucked under her feathers while resting. She sleeps more with ruffled feathers to indicate we do something to ease her pain.
Earlier tonight, I had observed that she would go down below with the rest of the fatter brood and pretend to eat. She would poke around the bottom of the white tray and swallow nothing. I threw minuscule amounts of tiny activated charcoal to encourage her to eat something smaller.
Maw and I decided that she needed to be separated from the rest because the fatter ones tend to poke her out of the way whenever we try to offer TC some food in a separate container. BooBoo and YeYo are especially food aggressive and we think that is why TC is thinner.
Surprisingly, she still had strength to wiggle within my grasp as I moved her to the new isolation unit, a small white, wired cage with a purple plastic container below to catch her poop. This is the same cage that Bugsy was transported into our home.
I placed the pink sanded perch with various sized width from the bigger cage into her new home. There are the food and water containers of pink and yellow color, respectively. A nice multi-colored cover with butterflies left over from another cage.
Birds like TC are enduring and they do have memories that are still intact. We have a photo of Persimmon that looked straight into the camera. Every time we hold up that photo she would peer closer as if to kiss her mate and look behind to see were he was located.
TC misses her former mate Persimmon, who was also from the wild. I could tell both the Fat Budgie and her were disappointed when Bugsy came into their lives. Both were simply not interested in the new bird and would poke him away.
Bugsy is a light purple bird instead the dark olive color of Persimmon. And of course, BooBoo, who is a light blue one, immediately befriended her new playmate. Both are actively interested in each other by kissing, feeding and bobbing their heads up and down simultaneously.
When these birds bob their heads up and down, that signals to us that they are happy birds. When they talk even louder during dinner time, this means they have much to contribute to our conversation. TC did not sing much recently.
I am wondering if she is older than we expected. Her arrival was from the wild when Brat captured her outside the parking lot of his work almost three years ago. Her age is unknown but she seems younger than Fat Budge.
Having parakeets as part of the bio-unit does have its moments. Daily maintenance of cleaning the tray, vacuuming the carpet and playing with feather friends is necessary to make everyone happy. This keeps the bio-unit together and us busy with creatures that have feelings too.
I am feeling that she is indeed hurt both physically from an unknown injury, which is probably during some nights of panic attacks inside the cage and emotionally from her lost mate, who left the same way he came into our lives via the Persimmon tree.
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