That fateful day was September 7, 2002. Dawson, our blue and gold Macaw fell and broke her wing. After medical treatment, an operation and hectic and an emotional week of keeping Dawson alive, we lost her. I was devistated by her death. It just wasn't supposed to happen. We had just brought home a playmate for Dawson, another blue and gold from the same breeder. His name was Jeffery. I had it all planned out, they where to be best friends. But little did we know, it would never be, and we couldn't forsee the troubles we'd endure with Jeffery.It'wasn't even a week that Dawson had died before 12 week old Jeffery started to regurgitate. Off we go again, vet visits, medication, specialists and a diagnosis of a lesion in the crop. Again, we fought to keep Jeffery healthy and alive and were successful. But it wouldn't be long before Jeffery started to climb around and would fledge.
Wing clipping time came to keep him safe, as a big Macaw flying around the house is simply not comprehendable. Again, we are living by the book of good parronthood. Our reg vet was not there, however another was who I didn't think to question a wing clipping procedure, I mean who really would? In my eyes, a vet should KNOW how to clip a Macaw right? Wrong.
All his primaries and secondaries where cut right to the shaft. This means, no balance, this means lack of self confidence, this means a whole year of troubles, operations, broken blood feathers, risks of bleeding to death, being caged when not held, depression and finally on top of all this....exposure to PDD.
Poor Jeffery. We've lost his trust through all the horrible experiences he's had. My heart breaks as it's just not fair.
