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My day was spent pretty much in transit, cycling from home to Carlton for an appointment, then riding into the city to get a train to Elsterwick for another appointment - with a side trip to Glicks for a very yummy egg salad bagel for lunch.
After Elsternwick I cycled back into the city and got on another train to Sunshine to feed and walk the dog. That was fine - aside from getting slightly lost while riding from the station - but once the dog and I were out and about and heading over to this bit of vacant land where I could let him off the leash for a run-around, I noticed this pair of galahs on the nature strip running along the centre of the road. Yesterday I'd seen a flock of galahs feeding in the same area so I didn't think much of it, but as I got a little closer I noticed that something was wrong with one of them. He (she?) was just sitting in the grass and not moving at all, feathers all fluffed and holding one wing at a slightly odd angle. The other was flitting around, looking all worried and somewhat stressed - well, as worried and stressed as a parrot can look - so it didn't take a genius to guess that something was up.
I took the dog for his run, a slightly shorter one than usual, and hoped that when we were on our way home the galahs would have flown away. But no, they were still there as I walked the dog home, and they were still there again as I was about to ride my bike up to the train station for my trip back to Fairfield.
Being the soft touch that I am when it comes to animals (I once dashed out into the middle of the Western Highway to save a crow that had been stunned by a car) I immediately turned around and went back to my brother's house so could call his vet. The kind lady who answered the phone said, yes, by all means bring the poor injured bird in. So five minutes later here's me strapping a milk crate to my carrier rack and hunting around for an old towel to wrap around the bird and and a pair of gardening gloves to protect my fingers if birdy gets snappy.
As it turns out birdy must have been quite out of it because she (he?) didn't even put up a fight when I drapped the towel over it and picked it up. I settled it in the crate and off we went. Of course seeing how I don't know how to get to anything except the train station in Sunshine, I had to call the vet's again to get directions, and I'm sure there's a lot of stories going around Sunshine dinner tables tonight about some mad woman riding her bike along Fairbairn road with a parrot in a milk crate that's strapped to her carrier rack.
Somehow we made it to the vet's without incident and they seemed quite nice so I'm sure birdy is in good hands. I also gave them the milk crate. Then I made my way back to the train station and finally started the long journey home.
After Elsternwick I cycled back into the city and got on another train to Sunshine to feed and walk the dog. That was fine - aside from getting slightly lost while riding from the station - but once the dog and I were out and about and heading over to this bit of vacant land where I could let him off the leash for a run-around, I noticed this pair of galahs on the nature strip running along the centre of the road. Yesterday I'd seen a flock of galahs feeding in the same area so I didn't think much of it, but as I got a little closer I noticed that something was wrong with one of them. He (she?) was just sitting in the grass and not moving at all, feathers all fluffed and holding one wing at a slightly odd angle. The other was flitting around, looking all worried and somewhat stressed - well, as worried and stressed as a parrot can look - so it didn't take a genius to guess that something was up.
I took the dog for his run, a slightly shorter one than usual, and hoped that when we were on our way home the galahs would have flown away. But no, they were still there as I walked the dog home, and they were still there again as I was about to ride my bike up to the train station for my trip back to Fairfield.
Being the soft touch that I am when it comes to animals (I once dashed out into the middle of the Western Highway to save a crow that had been stunned by a car) I immediately turned around and went back to my brother's house so could call his vet. The kind lady who answered the phone said, yes, by all means bring the poor injured bird in. So five minutes later here's me strapping a milk crate to my carrier rack and hunting around for an old towel to wrap around the bird and and a pair of gardening gloves to protect my fingers if birdy gets snappy.
As it turns out birdy must have been quite out of it because she (he?) didn't even put up a fight when I drapped the towel over it and picked it up. I settled it in the crate and off we went. Of course seeing how I don't know how to get to anything except the train station in Sunshine, I had to call the vet's again to get directions, and I'm sure there's a lot of stories going around Sunshine dinner tables tonight about some mad woman riding her bike along Fairbairn road with a parrot in a milk crate that's strapped to her carrier rack.
Somehow we made it to the vet's without incident and they seemed quite nice so I'm sure birdy is in good hands. I also gave them the milk crate. Then I made my way back to the train station and finally started the long journey home.