Poor Zoe Bird

On last Saturday night at about 9 pm, Sherry went to take our little bird Zoe out of the cage to stretch her wings. When she made Zoe fly onto my lap I noticed blood all over my hands and on my shirt. We look under her wing, and there is blood dripping. There was blood everywhere in her cage. On the walls, and on the carpet everywhere she tried to fly. I guess she broke a blood feather, so I looked in the first aid book that we have. It said that bleeding was very serious and that we should pull out the broken feather and apply pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding. If the bleeding couldn't be stopped in a few minutes, professional help is to be sought immediately.

Sherry and I tried to stop the bleeding but we couldn't figure out how to hold the bird and couldn't tell what feather was broken since there was this dripping bloody mess under her wing. Sherry's crying because her bird is bleeding to death and I'm trying to call the emergency number for the vet to find out where they were located. I threw the bird into an empty Seroogy's candy bar box (the ones that band geeks and such sell for fundraiser), and we sped off to the emergency room. The vet pulled the feather and had to give Zoe some fluids because she had lost a lot of blood, and 118 dollars later Zoe is as good as new, and Sherry was relieved to say the least that her bird didn't bleed to death.

That's all the excitement that we could take for the weekend.

Thanks for listening