She is my lost Girl! I let her fly out an open door in a friends house, when the dog gave her a fright. Almost a year after getting her.
When I adopted her at the age of 6mths, she was in a poor state.
She could not fly and due to her deformed feet walked on her knees.
her toe nails were grown so badly, (almost closed hooks) she used to get caught on things and scream as she struggled to escape.
It took months of trimming, every few weeks to cut them back very slowly, a small amount at a time.
She was very timid and I put this down to the other Fids picking on her in the overcrowded cage she was in.
She would not come out of the cage by herself, so I used to force her out every morning, knowing she would have to fly to get back to the food. Sounds mean, but it worked.
Just before I lost her, she stood up on her deformed feet and walked. This to me was a miracle.
Below is a picture showing how she used to walk around, bum on the ground.
In fact one time she poohed herself and it blocked her pooh tube, lucky I had noticed she was having trouble, so had a good look and cleaned her dried pooh off.
I built platforms for her to sit on, as sometimes she would fall off a perch, as she could not grip well.
This is after a lot of trimming, As in the early days there was no way I could hold her like this for a picture.
She was my darling, and I was totally gutted over my stupidity put her at risk. I wish I knew she was alive and well.
She was a little trouper, and she came so far in that 12mths.
When I adopted her at the age of 6mths, she was in a poor state.
She could not fly and due to her deformed feet walked on her knees.
her toe nails were grown so badly, (almost closed hooks) she used to get caught on things and scream as she struggled to escape.
It took months of trimming, every few weeks to cut them back very slowly, a small amount at a time.
She was very timid and I put this down to the other Fids picking on her in the overcrowded cage she was in.
She would not come out of the cage by herself, so I used to force her out every morning, knowing she would have to fly to get back to the food. Sounds mean, but it worked.
Just before I lost her, she stood up on her deformed feet and walked. This to me was a miracle.
Below is a picture showing how she used to walk around, bum on the ground.
In fact one time she poohed herself and it blocked her pooh tube, lucky I had noticed she was having trouble, so had a good look and cleaned her dried pooh off.
I built platforms for her to sit on, as sometimes she would fall off a perch, as she could not grip well.
This is after a lot of trimming, As in the early days there was no way I could hold her like this for a picture.
She was my darling, and I was totally gutted over my stupidity put her at risk. I wish I knew she was alive and well.
She was a little trouper, and she came so far in that 12mths.
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This is shattering, I am so sorry. Poor Tweety and poor you. You did such a great job getting her well again. She would have no life If you hadn't helped her. I do hope she is okay. Try not to blame yourself, you were a great guardian to Tweety. 
