Well, it’s official: we’re going to lose Miss Winsty-Woo in the next few months. 😦
For the past day or so, Winston has seemed a little… off.
She’s always been exceptionally calm for a budgie (stiff-upper-lipped-English-budgie-woman and all that), but lately she’s seemed a little sleepier.
A little more reserved.
A little less playful.
Winston is exceptionally weird for a bird in that, since she was barely feathered, she has consistently done things that generally signify illness:
–being exceptionally fluffy/fluffed up (that’s her English budgie-ness),
–sleeping on the bottom of her cage (she’s done this her entire life; she likes to stick her legs through the grate on the bottom of her cage and lie on her chest)
–Not a super-clean vent (a product of her extra fluffy-ness/girth and sleeping on the bottom of her cage)
Our vet has consistently given her a clean bill of health in spite of her nonsense, fortunately. Hubby and I have always been hyper-vigilant with her because of it.
Yesterday, we noticed a change:
–She didn’t feel like flying/couldn’t fly very well. When something startled her and she fluttered to the floor instead of making her usual awkward, haphazard trip back up to her cage, we knew something was up.
–Tail-bobbing, just a tiny bit. When calmly sitting still, her tail moves up and down now with every breath–just a little–but it signifies respiratory distress in birds.
She’s still eating fine and hadn’t lost any significant weight, but we followed our philosophy: go to the vet at the first sign of avian illness.
Today, I braved the snow, and I’m glad I did: Winston has a tumor. 😦
She’s four and a half years old.
The vet cannot feel it yet, which means we caught it super early, but he said there is only one thing on God’s green earth (that he knows of) that will turn a female budgie’s cere blue: a testosterone-secreting tumor in her reproductive track. And unfortunately, there’s no doubt that she’s a girl; the four eggs she laid last summer are a testament to that.
Our avian vet could only guess, but due to the fact that it feels like she’s lost a little bit of weight across her breastbone and these new symptoms (however mild), he suspects she has only one to three months left.
He gave us some pain medication to help her deal with any pain; she will now get all the seed, millet, and otherwise unhealthy food that she wants.