Storiesoffrankie
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It was another steamy Gold Coast day. My apartment had no aircon yet had two very powerful high speed ceiling fans.
Frankie was about 6 months old. The rule was if Frankie is out of her cage, doors/windows are closed and of course the ceiling fans are completely switched off.
Well I had gone down for a swim at the beach just opposite my apartment.
My partner came home with his mate whilst I was out.
His mate switched on the ceiling fan to the highest level. He was unaware my partner was taking Frankie out of her cage to say hello. Shortly after, I came through the front door. Frankie saw me and immediately flew over to me with excitement.
I noticed the fan as she was in the air.
It all happened so fast.. she flew straight into the metal blades which then threw her into the wall.
The fan was on such a high speed I didn't see where she had landed. There was a long silence after I would call her name as her beautiful green feathers were floating to the ground. I thought I had lost her but a little high pitched squeal in the far corner caught my attention quickly. There she was, my poor Frankie laying on her side with her beak open in complete shock.
I gently picked her up off the ground and just held her to my chest with a towel over my head so the darkness would calm her down. Her heart was beating so fast.. it was so horrible. I could see her right wing was bent. After looking closely I could see her bone popping out.
I rushed her to CURRUMBIN VALLEY BIRD, REPTILE AND EXOTIC VETERINARY SERVICES which was a 45 minute drive. It felt like it took hours and I had to get every red light.
She was just shaking in the box I had put her in beside me. I didn't her a sound from her the whole way up, I was convinced she was not going to make it.
Once we got there she was put immediately put into intense bird care under an incubator. The x rays had shown her right wing was severely broken. The vet explained my options and without a doubt I chose to save her, no matter what the cost. She was sedated and went into surgery where a pin was inserted inside her wing to straighten the break.
The surgery went well but I was told she had to recover at the clinic for at least 2 weeks under 24 hour care until I could bring her home again. I was so restless waiting for her to come back home. It was just so quiet without her there.
Finally after 18 days and $2600 on vet fees later, I had my baby back home again.
The vet said it was a common death for pet birds to fly into the deadly ceiling fan and that Frankie was extremely lucky to survive it. She also told me that Frankie. Will never fly again.
That tragic accident has actually made Frankie a lot closer to me. Because she couldn't fly off I took her everywhere. With me... EVERYWHERE. . Doctors appointments, beach walks, grocery shopping. You name it, she has been with me. She would have her bback against my chest and her claws holding my shirt. She would poke her little head out of the top to have a look at the world around her.
Everyone knew her and loved her. Tourists on the beach would ask to take photos holding her. When you ask her what her is, her feathers around her face. Fluff up and she replies without fail, "Frankie!"
I wouldn't know what I would do now without her, I could just watch her all day. She completes me.
She was very lucky to survive such trauma.
I am posting this story to remind every parrot owner about the dangers of ceiling fans. Don't forget, no matter how hot it gets, fans stay off! Or have your parrot in its cage. It is just as important to make every visitor, roommate, partner, etc just as aware.
Frankie can now fly again and is improving each day. On the windier days I took her down to the beach holding her out in my hand.. Frankie would hold out her wings waiting for a gust of wind to lightly lift her. She would glide slowly to the sand as she wasn't able to flap her wings.. it was very cute!
I tell myself, if Frankie can find her wings, then I can find mine aswell.. No matter who says I won't 've able to!
"It's the fan or the bird"
Frankie was about 6 months old. The rule was if Frankie is out of her cage, doors/windows are closed and of course the ceiling fans are completely switched off.
Well I had gone down for a swim at the beach just opposite my apartment.
My partner came home with his mate whilst I was out.
His mate switched on the ceiling fan to the highest level. He was unaware my partner was taking Frankie out of her cage to say hello. Shortly after, I came through the front door. Frankie saw me and immediately flew over to me with excitement.
I noticed the fan as she was in the air.
It all happened so fast.. she flew straight into the metal blades which then threw her into the wall.
The fan was on such a high speed I didn't see where she had landed. There was a long silence after I would call her name as her beautiful green feathers were floating to the ground. I thought I had lost her but a little high pitched squeal in the far corner caught my attention quickly. There she was, my poor Frankie laying on her side with her beak open in complete shock.
I gently picked her up off the ground and just held her to my chest with a towel over my head so the darkness would calm her down. Her heart was beating so fast.. it was so horrible. I could see her right wing was bent. After looking closely I could see her bone popping out.
I rushed her to CURRUMBIN VALLEY BIRD, REPTILE AND EXOTIC VETERINARY SERVICES which was a 45 minute drive. It felt like it took hours and I had to get every red light.
She was just shaking in the box I had put her in beside me. I didn't her a sound from her the whole way up, I was convinced she was not going to make it.
Once we got there she was put immediately put into intense bird care under an incubator. The x rays had shown her right wing was severely broken. The vet explained my options and without a doubt I chose to save her, no matter what the cost. She was sedated and went into surgery where a pin was inserted inside her wing to straighten the break.
The surgery went well but I was told she had to recover at the clinic for at least 2 weeks under 24 hour care until I could bring her home again. I was so restless waiting for her to come back home. It was just so quiet without her there.
Finally after 18 days and $2600 on vet fees later, I had my baby back home again.
The vet said it was a common death for pet birds to fly into the deadly ceiling fan and that Frankie was extremely lucky to survive it. She also told me that Frankie. Will never fly again.
That tragic accident has actually made Frankie a lot closer to me. Because she couldn't fly off I took her everywhere. With me... EVERYWHERE. . Doctors appointments, beach walks, grocery shopping. You name it, she has been with me. She would have her bback against my chest and her claws holding my shirt. She would poke her little head out of the top to have a look at the world around her.
Everyone knew her and loved her. Tourists on the beach would ask to take photos holding her. When you ask her what her is, her feathers around her face. Fluff up and she replies without fail, "Frankie!"
I wouldn't know what I would do now without her, I could just watch her all day. She completes me.
She was very lucky to survive such trauma.
I am posting this story to remind every parrot owner about the dangers of ceiling fans. Don't forget, no matter how hot it gets, fans stay off! Or have your parrot in its cage. It is just as important to make every visitor, roommate, partner, etc just as aware.
Frankie can now fly again and is improving each day. On the windier days I took her down to the beach holding her out in my hand.. Frankie would hold out her wings waiting for a gust of wind to lightly lift her. She would glide slowly to the sand as she wasn't able to flap her wings.. it was very cute!
I tell myself, if Frankie can find her wings, then I can find mine aswell.. No matter who says I won't 've able to!
"It's the fan or the bird"
