My little guy has broken his leg. When I got him up Monday morning, I saw that he was lame. I immediately called our vet (we have an excellent avian vet--in fact, there are 2 in that office). There was no way that I could get him in that day--they were booked solid, and couldn't see him until Thursday (stupid holidays!).
So yesterday, in the midst of a snowstorm, we drove to the vet's office, which is a fair distance. Dr. Hall, who is very nice and wonderful with the birds, examined my little boy and took an ex-ray. He showed it to me and explained what was what. He put a splint on Skye's little leg and sent us home with pain medication and an appointment in 2 weeks.
I've been hand feeding Skye as he can't/won't eat. Today he seems a little better. The task is to keep him from chewing the tape on his splint! Right...
Poor baby....he's such a good bird, so sweet and funny. He's stopped talking since this happened. I hope he starts again soon...I miss his funny little voice.