Everyone has bad days ... Sometimes we lose our animals or birds. I understand that this cannot be prevented because most of them are sick or disabled. But this explanation does little to comfort me.
It happened this morning. When I came to feed the birds, Sniper was already dead.
Sniper came to us two years ago. He had a wing amputated.
Unfortunately, the fact that a bird with an amputated wing cannot fly is the least problem. Such birds in most cases live very little because problems with the lungs begin. It is the flight and work of the wings that are the mechanisms that protect the lungs of the bird.
Any organism is a very complex system. Sometimes it can compensate the absence of some organ or part of the body, and sometimes this entails completely unexpected consequences. For example, the inability to walk ends for a bird with digestive problems, and the inability to fly ends with lung problems, the inability to provide thermoregulation of the body, and for tall birds - also problems with balance.
That is why we always do our best to keep the bird intact. But this is not always possible.
I console myself with the fact that the Sniper lived his last years surrounded by love and care. He was well fed, had a place to hide from the bad weather and had friends. Now his friend Petrusha was left alone. I am thinking of trying to settle him to the aviary with the wingless hawk Little Devil. Perhaps they can become friends.
