The other night, I went downstairs to let the dogs out and put the birds to bed. This is what I found in Kiwi’s cage:
I’ve been through this enough times at the Refuge to have a clue. First, look at the bird: is there an obvious wound?
There was not. Second, look at the paper. Is the blood fresh or dried?
Dried. Breathe now. I picked her up…feet were fine..carried her to the bathroom and set her down on the counter. Then I saw it:
Dried blood on her beak. Damn.
Left her in the bathroom, ushered the dogs upstairs, went back to the cage to investigate:
and there was blood all over her food dish. Then I saw the tip of her beak, broken, on the bottom of the cage. I went back to Kiwi. I cleaned her up, which she did not appreciate, made sure there was no more blood, and put her to bed. My friend Karen, former vet tech, took a look the next morning. She said the beak is still tender, but she will be fine.
I am sure Kiwi was in need of a beak trim, and she swings from all sorts of things in her cage. She’ll be seing the vet soon.
I don’t have kids..I have pets. And I gotta tellya, this one was a bit scary.