mysunnyboy
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as in Allan Poe 
Help with a name please?
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as in Allan Poe
You know he actually is a Raven (to big for a crow!)
But after reading this I couldn't name him Edgar:
http://www.pookapages.com/Gruenwold/Edgar.htm
Of course I cried!
Vincent survived the night well. He did not eat the extra 16 grams of filet mignon I left out for him in case the initial 23.5 grams wasn't enough. This morning he got the regular bird menu everyone is served around here, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and apple. Now I wait for the vet or Wildlife rehab center to call back.
Lunch is usually some form of sausage and veggie and an oatmeal cookie and dinner will be chicken in his honor (all my birds LOVE relative), it's really spooky watching them eat a wing drummette.
That saga continues. All the wildlife rehab centers close by said they'd be happy to collect and euthanize the 'pest' but that ravens, crows and pigeons weren't really re-habbed. However take him out of the cage so I don't get a $1000.00 fine! I could scream.
So began the 2 hour drive to my veterinarian, world class avian vet but still... So we dropped him off and the vet said Vincent was a very good-looking handsome juvenile Raven. Further Vincent was the victim of a gunshot wound. Luckily it only caught a meta carpal. He zipped in an intramedullary nail (k wire) and Vincent can go home. So tomorrow I get another 4 hour round trip in the car and stuffing the bird with bird for the next 6 weeks begins.
Cross your fingers everyone. Vincent should be re-joining his murder before summer!
So began the 2 hour drive to my veterinarian, world class avian vet but still... So we dropped him off and the vet said Vincent was a very good-looking handsome juvenile Raven. Further Vincent was the victim of a gunshot wound. Luckily it only caught a meta carpal. He zipped in an intramedullary nail (k wire) and Vincent can go home. So tomorrow I get another 4 hour round trip in the car and stuffing the bird with bird for the next 6 weeks begins.
Cross your fingers everyone. Vincent should be re-joining his murder before summer!
Vincent was mis-named. His name should have been metric fuckton as in he eats a metric ..........
Although he loves filet mignon turns out chicken flavored dog food is a delicious choice as well. I woke up this morning to Vincent's flock mates trying to disassemble my chimney in some Raven A-Team configuration to rescue Vince. While in the other room Vince dozed from a crop full of Science Diet Chicken Entree. The first plate of which was served warm on a stoneware plate in his hospital cage at the literal butt crack of dawn.
All his friends squawking woke him and since his plate was empty he was served his second plate of Chicken Entree at around 7 am. I also raised his blinds so his buds could see he was ok and stop trying to tear my house apart. By 10 am he'd learned he merely had to pick up the stoneware plate and drop it and voila it was re-filled with heavenly Chicken Entree! Ok he's got this trick down pat now.
His friends have been flying up to our block wall and watching Vince, their fallen comrade, sitting in a cage eating a heap of dog food! Ok they aren't hanging around much now and they've stopped all attempts as rescue. Vince is sitting placidly in the cage. After everything that poor guy went through he looks good relaxing and shoveling in the food.
So here's Vincent who by behavior should have been named metric fuckton.
When I got him he was 647 grams and his droppings had the look of starvation (very dark black/brown little urea). After surgery, a day in the ICU at the vets and back home to me and his flock and he weighed in at 659. Humans don't gain weight in the same/similar circumstances. So Vince is doing his part to heal. I began measuring his food in grams. Now it's going to be in % cans/day.
Sorry the images aren't as clear. I'm using a cheapie 1.3 MP closed circuit camera to monitor him. The fewer times I go into the room the better for him. He is a wild animal and will be returning to the wild so I actually try to interface with him as little and as slowly & calmly as possible. So sorry about the rotten image but it's better for him.
Although he loves filet mignon turns out chicken flavored dog food is a delicious choice as well. I woke up this morning to Vincent's flock mates trying to disassemble my chimney in some Raven A-Team configuration to rescue Vince. While in the other room Vince dozed from a crop full of Science Diet Chicken Entree. The first plate of which was served warm on a stoneware plate in his hospital cage at the literal butt crack of dawn.
All his friends squawking woke him and since his plate was empty he was served his second plate of Chicken Entree at around 7 am. I also raised his blinds so his buds could see he was ok and stop trying to tear my house apart. By 10 am he'd learned he merely had to pick up the stoneware plate and drop it and voila it was re-filled with heavenly Chicken Entree! Ok he's got this trick down pat now.
His friends have been flying up to our block wall and watching Vince, their fallen comrade, sitting in a cage eating a heap of dog food! Ok they aren't hanging around much now and they've stopped all attempts as rescue. Vince is sitting placidly in the cage. After everything that poor guy went through he looks good relaxing and shoveling in the food.
So here's Vincent who by behavior should have been named metric fuckton.
When I got him he was 647 grams and his droppings had the look of starvation (very dark black/brown little urea). After surgery, a day in the ICU at the vets and back home to me and his flock and he weighed in at 659. Humans don't gain weight in the same/similar circumstances. So Vince is doing his part to heal. I began measuring his food in grams. Now it's going to be in % cans/day.
Sorry the images aren't as clear. I'm using a cheapie 1.3 MP closed circuit camera to monitor him. The fewer times I go into the room the better for him. He is a wild animal and will be returning to the wild so I actually try to interface with him as little and as slowly & calmly as possible. So sorry about the rotten image but it's better for him.
Omgwtfbbq Indicaman
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i thought you were going to say "Daaakniss" (darkness, a la charlie murphy/rick james)
I gave Vincent his morning pain medication and antibiotic. He actually jacked it down like a baby bird and begged for more. Oh dear. He's eaten 2.5 platefuls of dog food and when I weighed him today he was 680 grams!
It is now evident a member of his own flock shot him.
It is now evident a member of his own flock shot him.
Omgwtfbbq Indicaman
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i had a crow that was always in my back yard teasing my dog. loved the thing though because it would strut back and forth by my porch glass door and my dog would just follow it for up to an hour, smart birds. other douchebag birds would dive bomb and swoop in and try to pick fights with it (because i fed it) and it would just strut around like it didn't give a damn, it just needed a monocle and it would be set.
YES THAT is precisely Vince's attitude a monocle and a nice lampshade! Oh and yeah the other birds have given me some chattering too. They don't like me housing the enemy. The Raven's up here reach under the adobe tile roof and eat the sparrow eggs and babies so I can't really blame them.
I will be very happy when Vince goes home he has a real eau de wildlife, but I'm flowering so it sort of works out.
Don Gin and Ton
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Corvus
Hookabelly
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abe supercro
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Vinnie's wing did not heal and ended up being amputated. We built an outdoor aviary for him but he never completely healed enough after the amputation, and slowly died.
Another raven, from Vinnie's conspiracy, who had been shot through the crop to neck, Stinky Girl, came to find me. The first picture of her is the day I rescued her and the last picture is after her release.
The aviary turned out to be useful after all and my avian vet now knows where to send the bootleg corvids.
PS She has a nest now and a hubby, Squawkie. She follows me on my walks and follows my car when I go to Walmart (which I wish she would not do), I still leave a morning beef feeding for her but I've begun to miss an occasional day now as she's bulking up.
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butterbudface
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Faith in humanity restored!
My cousin had a crow not a raven and it rediculous how good they can speak.
I bet they speak better than parrots
Hookabelly
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I'm sorry, did you say, "Stinky girl?" RFLMAO!!
She was shot through her crop and it internalized feathers. The gunshot wasn't going to kill her instead she was rotting from the inside out from the feathers and food it was a mess. She smelled of wet gangrene. Stunk the entire vet's office up. Lucky my vet absolutely loves ravens too.
Hookabelly
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awww poor thing. but the name made me laugh at first.
