I brought Paco home yesterday. All the people at the vet were telling me what an absolute sweetie he is. WHAT?!?!? Paco??? Paco, the TERRORIST?!?!? Wow.
He has more energy than he did but, not much. I have antibiotics and calcium to give him every day and we'll just wait and see what happens. He is still not squawking. He does make tiny mumbling noises once in a great while. I've been spending a lot of time with him. He shakes... almost like he has Parkinsons. I don't think he's eating enough so I went to the store and bought some baby food and have been hand feeding him that. Interestingly, he shakes much less after I feed him. I can't believe how he's letting me handle him. I hold him on his back in the palm of my hand with his head between my finger and thumb when I give him the medication. I've feed him that way too, with a medicine dropper. I can put a blob of baby food on my finger and he'll eat it that way too. I bought him this fuzzy tent thing that he has been hanging out in. I'll have to take a picture and post it.
This is very stressful for me. I feel absolutely terrible about all the times I've joked about killing Paco. I also feel bad because Double Shot is gone all day and I don't pay much attention to him. We just didn't give it that much thought when we let him get the birds when he was 9. Parrots live a long time... Quakers can live 30+ years. Double Shot won't be able to take Paco with him to college. We didn't consider what it would be like for Paco when Double Shot went to school. We didn't work at developing a relationship with him because we just thought of him as being Double Shot's pet. Never in my life did I ever think I wanted a bird... Parrots are very smart and need a lot of interaction. If he makes it through this I am going to have to be more mindful of his needs and think of him as our pet too.
Today is my brother Buck's birthday. The big ole 39! He He!