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Crowing
Ugh, I’m having a “can’t believe this happened to me” moment. Yesterday we had my son’s special coturnix, Bean, out for a little sunshine in the flowerbed when the neighbor cat snatched her from right next to my husband. Fortunately he got Bean back. No blood, punctures, or other signs of external trauma. No reaction to massage/palpitation indicating internal injury (though that’s so much harder to ID).
But Bean is barely drinking water and mostly refusing to eat. I’ve gotten her to take a couple of mealworms and crumbled egg yolk, but no gamebird crumble — even tried wetting it. I’ve got vitamins in the water, held her and used a heat lamp to keep her warm last night and today, and a companion bird with her.
What am I forgetting? I’ve never really dealt with quail PTSD before. Or more honestly I’ve never had a quail as a cherished house pet before where this was a major issue. If Bean dies I’m going to have one very devastated kid here.
But Bean is barely drinking water and mostly refusing to eat. I’ve gotten her to take a couple of mealworms and crumbled egg yolk, but no gamebird crumble — even tried wetting it. I’ve got vitamins in the water, held her and used a heat lamp to keep her warm last night and today, and a companion bird with her.
What am I forgetting? I’ve never really dealt with quail PTSD before. Or more honestly I’ve never had a quail as a cherished house pet before where this was a major issue. If Bean dies I’m going to have one very devastated kid here.