- Jul 13, 2011
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Hey everybody. This is Sylvia, the Silver Laced Wyandotte:
She's hanging out in my room right now. Ignore the totally awesome Pokemon stuff. Anyway, before you jump to any conclusions, I better explain her story.
Sylvia is four months old. She was born totally normal, with her sisters Adrian and Jennifer. She went outside to the big pen at a tender two and a half months, a little young for my tastes.
Two weeks into her life outdoors, I noticed a rather nasty wound on her. I was shocked. There wasn't any evidence of an attack, no noise, no blood anywhere. At the time, I was worried for the high chance of infection.
I've dealt with a cross beak bird, so this proved to be worrisome and bleak.
I brought her inside, and placed her in the sick bay. She was acting totally normal, like nothing had happened to her.
When the wounds were fresh, there was a deep gash under her eye, revealing a bone that was broken. I never touched it. Along with that, the skin on the other side of the neck was missing, leaving a huge open wound. Somehow, this had happened without me noticing. The wounds had scabs.
The next week was incredibly worrisome. I watched Sylvia's weight steadily drop, and I thought she was going to die a slow and horrible death. She was still trying to act normal. Whenever I picked her up, I could feel every bone.
However, the thought of giving her wet food occurred to me. The first night she ate was tear inducing.
Now, I've fixed her recipe so she eats just fine. She's at a perfect weight. She's bright eyed, happy, and has a full belly. She gets free catering, and will try to peck if it isn't made fast enough. She and I tackled any problem that was thrown at us.
Now, we've encountered a new one. She can't preen very well, so I help. But going through every single feather is painstakingly slow. Anyone got any ideas?
She's hanging out in my room right now. Ignore the totally awesome Pokemon stuff. Anyway, before you jump to any conclusions, I better explain her story.
Sylvia is four months old. She was born totally normal, with her sisters Adrian and Jennifer. She went outside to the big pen at a tender two and a half months, a little young for my tastes.
Two weeks into her life outdoors, I noticed a rather nasty wound on her. I was shocked. There wasn't any evidence of an attack, no noise, no blood anywhere. At the time, I was worried for the high chance of infection.
I've dealt with a cross beak bird, so this proved to be worrisome and bleak.
I brought her inside, and placed her in the sick bay. She was acting totally normal, like nothing had happened to her.
When the wounds were fresh, there was a deep gash under her eye, revealing a bone that was broken. I never touched it. Along with that, the skin on the other side of the neck was missing, leaving a huge open wound. Somehow, this had happened without me noticing. The wounds had scabs.
The next week was incredibly worrisome. I watched Sylvia's weight steadily drop, and I thought she was going to die a slow and horrible death. She was still trying to act normal. Whenever I picked her up, I could feel every bone.
However, the thought of giving her wet food occurred to me. The first night she ate was tear inducing.
Now, I've fixed her recipe so she eats just fine. She's at a perfect weight. She's bright eyed, happy, and has a full belly. She gets free catering, and will try to peck if it isn't made fast enough. She and I tackled any problem that was thrown at us.
Now, we've encountered a new one. She can't preen very well, so I help. But going through every single feather is painstakingly slow. Anyone got any ideas?
