I opened Sugar's cage when I got home today, but she stayed on her perch. I left the door open in case she changed her mind while I went around doing after-work stuff.
Later I picked her up and was astonished at how light she felt. She hadn't felt that light last night. I weighed her -- 94 grams. Her normal weight flucuates between 98 and 101. She's been having a very hard intense molt this week, so I'm hoping that's all this is.
I gave her a big spray of millet, which she pounced on like she was starving. For just a few minutes. Then it was back to her perch -- only she seemed to move weakly and not as certainly as she usually moves.
Now she's sitting on my shoulder, her little eyes closed, both feet firmly planted on my gown.
If she hasn't perked up by tomorrow, it's back to the vet.
This little 11-year-old bunch of yellow feathers is breaking my heart.
2 comments:
Sending positive thoughts your way. I can't even imagine how tough molting must be on these guys. Let's hope that's all it is. Good for you for being so observant. I know you know this, but your birds are so lucky to have you :)
How's Sugar doing?
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