Seriously the greatest bird you'll ever know.

I finally got an appointment for Micah to visit the vet for a follow up exam a week and a half ago or so - we couldn't do it right away because of Hawaii, and then Matthew got dropped the "you're working evening shift now, sucker" bomb when we got back, so it was tough. LUCKY FOR ME, I do work for a pet hospital in Bothell, which is about 20-30 minutes away. They do avian care as well, so while I was there I asked about their appointment availability, and managed to get one to coincide with a trip I needed to make up there for their computer stuff. They're very nice people, and I feel very grateful towards them that they would work me in the way they did. I had to wait, of course, since it seems everybody that helps birds are all busy all the time.

So anyway, it was for today, so Micah and I packed up and she flirted with all the people, barked at the dog in the lobby, and hung out with me in the exam room. I explained what I knew and didn't know about Micah and what had been going on with her, and just as I was explaining the new tail feathers, she asked how they went missing at the vet's, and then tried to towel Micah. Micah, who I've never actually seen try to fly before (she can't as her flight feathers are trimmed), flapped her poor little flightless wings like her butt was on fire, and managed to gain just enough clearance to scoot across the table to me. The doctor said, "Oh, like that!" Yes, just like that.

So, she turned off the lights and toweled our poor little princess, and gave her a good physical examination, which Micah was none too keen on. She weighed her and took a sample of her poo from the Poo Palace (that's what we're calling the little playgym now), and when she gave Micah back to me, the poor thing was so discheveled and sad looking. She let me tuck her under my chin and talk softly to her while I rocked her back and forth and covered her up with my hands. When she'd had enough comforting, she shook all her feathers back into place and was happy again, just like that.

The doctor said Micah is in good health, there's no bacteria whatsoever in her poo, she's a good weight (127 grams I think?), and I know from my own little examinations of her feather regrowth that she's doing well there. She's got a LOT more fuzz since we got back from Hawaii, and some of the fuzz is darker and there are even more colored feathers. She'll be a fully feathered birdy in no time.

After her appointment was over, it was worktime for me, so she sat on her Poo Palace in the back office of the vet's while I did my thing, and she made eyes at all the people in the office. It's a very busy place with lots of technicians and doctors, so there was always someone to coo over her and she loved it. She got very unhappy when everyone left when the office closed, haha. The office administrator and I were left to finish up, and of course, since the office administrator isn't really a "bird person", Micah decided she was in love with her and started doing her Jedi Mind Trick dance for her. K was so confused.

She was a REALLY well behaved birdy the whole time, which is good because Matthew's been kind of spoiling her lately and she's been cranky for it. We'll work on that. ;) She's pretty much always really good when it's just the two of us, it's when Matthew is around she gets antsy and cranky - I think she's figured out he's a big sucker for her and she can get away with more. Heh.

Anyway, it started to rain, so when we left the office (we were there for over two hours all told), I tried to cover her but she would have nothing of it. Then she was extremely offended I let it rain on her. She was fluffing and shaking and making a big deal out of it much longer than necessary. ;) So on the way from the car to the house, she let me cover her. Haha.

Now she's all worn out and sleepy and snuggling with her polly dolly.

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