Last Friday, I was at the shelter trying to get a decent photo of our newest resident, a young budgie. Starburst here was found flying around Ave Road:
I may have possibly shouted some swear words.
Our upstairs lobby is quite....large. With a very high ceiling. It's not the greatest place to lose a small budgie.
Luckily for us, Starburst zipped into the smaller adoption office, giving me a heart attack in the process by slamming into the wall - more than once. One of the staff shut the door, and I hit the lights, scooping her up and returning her to her cage. Thankfully, she seems to be okay. I can certainly see how she ended up on the street - she's a little too good at flying.
"What's the matter, you don't want a treat?" I asked teasingly. "That's not like you."
Usually the girls would come running out to greet me. I reached out to poke Ivy's feet, and recoiled in shock.
She was cold and stiff.
It's frustrating - these two were left in a box on the street. They came through that together, they were spayed with no problems - and then a freak incident managed to separate them.
Rest in peace, Ivy.
Sammy had just about everything wrong with him. He had an eye infection, terrible ear mites, a skin condition, he was overweight and he had some kind of growth on his face. I'm pretty sure I forgot a few things. We talked about foster care, but once the vet had looked him over, it became clear he had just too many issues for us to treat. She recommended euthanasia, and Sammy had a peaceful end at least.
It's time for some good news now, right?