Could one of you nice guys give me some info regarding a med procedure for a Yank? No, not for me, eh.
PM, please.
Thanks,
Ralph
Whadd'ya need Ralph, a parrotectomy?
Garnet
Ricks: Ovarian Cyst procedure?
Yeh, she needs to be de-beaked. Just today she chewed all the buttons off a phone, chewed up a brand new leather cover for an e-reader, and who knows what else...
She earned the name, Chewbaca.
Guess I could ask this much here: "Can a US citizen get non-emergency medical procedures performed in Canada?"
yes, but they do need to be paid for. I PMd (is that a word?) I can get you any information you need on that
G'day Ralf,
We have hundreds of those pink chewing machines visit regularly. We call the Galahs. A few regular visitors are kept from chewing everything by giving them plenty to eat when the dry season cuts down on the available seed in the pastures. We had one that I rescued from the grill of a Road Train that survived it's experience and soon became a good pet. She would become destructive when bored, give your bird some toys and rotate them so it will not be bored with the same items and something as a treat to eat instead of what it will find as interesting. Chewing is what they do well, their cousins do many thousands of dollars worth of damage to our communications equipment out in the remote parts of the state by chewing through aerial cables and even through the antennas(aluminium), I have also seen stainless steel woven sheaths cut through and the underlying cables stripped and cut by parrots.
A cockateil we have likes to chew through the chains on the wifes jewlery if not watched. You can't stop them doing these things, only distract them from this destructive behaviour.
Peter
The cure for that was invented many years ago! It is called a bird cage!
Norm
Here's one like that Frank told me about dogs.
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Three Labrador Retrievers - 1 brown, 1 yellow and 1 black - were
sitting in the waiting room at the vet's when they struck up a
conversation.
The black lab turned to the brown and said, "So why are you here?"
The brown lab replied, "I'm a pisser. I piss on everything -- the
sofa, the drapes, the cat, the kids, but the final straw was last
night when I pissed in the middle of my owner's bed."
The black lab asked, "So what is the vet going to do?"
"Gonna give me Prozac," came the reply from the brown lab. "All the
vets are prescribing it. It works for everything."
The black lab then turned to the yellow lab and asked, "Why are you here?"
The yellow lab said, "I'm a digger. I dig under fences, dig up flowers
and trees, I dig just for the hell of it.
When I'm inside, I dig up the carpets, but I went over the line last
night when I dug a great big hole in my owner's couch."
"So what are they going to do to you?" the black lab inquired.
"Looks like Prozac for me too," the dejected yellow lab said.
The yellow lab then turned to the black lab and asked, "Why are you at
the vet's office?"
"I'm a humper," the black lab said. "I'll hump anything. I'll hump the
cat, a pillow, the table, fire hydrants, whatever. I want to hump
everything I see.
Yesterday, my owner had just got out of the shower and was bending
down to dry her toes, and I just couldn't help myself."
The yellow and brown labs exchanged a sad glance and said, "So, Prozac
for you too, huh?"
The black lab said, "No, I'm here to get my nails clipped!"
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