I haven't had much sleep. It is Sunday morning. Bisbee is sick and I sat up most of last night watching and helping him as I could. He is not a natural hand-or-finger bird, but I actually had him perched in the palm of my hand for a while. Budgerigars of his type seldom live longer than 8 or 9 years. He is seven.
If this is a death watch, I can handle it. I will do what I can for him. I padded the cage with hand towels and am keeping his water clean by the hour. He is puffed up and his eyes are narrower. I just brought him down from the bedroom and hung the cage were he spends his days, in the living room. I put the TV on Disney for him, which is routine.
He hasn't made a sound since early yesterday.
We have been through a lot together.