This is a diary of the adventures of two zebra finches, with some other miscellaneous information about the escapades of their companion and ghost writer.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Are you REALLY looking at the scenery?

Those of you without a photographer's eye are missing a lot of pleasure in the scenery. I wonder how many would have noticed--consciously--this image of a bench and its powerful shadow.

Summer weather is creeping into Ontario.

More and more frequently we are having weather suitable for a walk along the Lake, and I am taking advantage of those days. And now that the Sunnyside Pavilion Cafe is open, it is a perfect destination for my longer treks, with the promise of some ice cream upon arriving at that destination. Also, photo ops abound along the way as witnessed by the above example.

Neurotic Darryl?

I think Darryl is going stir crazy being the only bird in the house. He jumps from perch A to perch B to C then back again over and over. I am trying to get a new companion for him--besides me--poor little guy. He must be bored out of his little mind.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Goodbye, Daryl

I brought Daryl home from the avian vet in a little white box.

He was more sick than I had imagined. The vet suspected something called PDD or Tuberculosis, either one of which would be a disaster for little Daryl. She told me that he had lost so much weight that recovery was questionable. She outlined a plan of diagnosis and temporary treatment before finding out what, exactly, was wrong with him, and then she described the treatment under various scenarios.

He was eating non-stop but it was obvious that he was not digesting his food. As a result, he was very weak, couldn't fly well, and was unstable on his feet.

With the vet's advice I decided that we should put Daryl to sleep permanently which the vet took care of in another room. I'll bury the little guy near the lake tomorrow. Then I'll call the breeder to give him that information, and get another companion for Darryl before he gets too lonely.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Napping Daryl

I'm worried about Daryl. He stays with his feathers fluffed, and he sleeps a lot while Darryl goes about building a nest around him and chirping and hopping about their apartment like a happy bird. I wonder if Daryl is sick. Whenever it is on, he sits in the heat of the little lamp put there for that purpose.