It was Kuda. For now i am going to refer to this baby as a he.
Last night was particularly cold because it was raining pretty hard and the wind was strong too. So before I went to bed last night i made sure i tucked Kuda in with his little blanket. He sleeps in my brother's room now since he can't take cold weather well (botak and featherless, poor thing having nothing on his back to protect him against the cold). No one is sleeping there so its safe from the fan. My room is fit for a penguin, so there is no way in the world he can tolerate my room temperature.
So this morning at 7 i checked on him. Still sleeping soundly in his blanket and good. I prodded his beak and he didn't whine for food. So i continued sleeping.
At 9 i woke up and ready to feed him. He was begging very very quietly and he didn't prance around his box like his usual self. so i picked him up onto my palm and he went really, really still. I was nervous, but i still talked to him. While i heated up his food, he was still making some small sounds. I thought it was because he was really sleepy. After taking out his food from the microwave, he went quiet and closed his eyes again.
I sat down, and prodded his beak with the syringe but he showed me no response. He only opened his eyes to find my finger to lean his head back on. And when i gave him a little shake, he only unfold his wings but didnt have the strength to close it back. I was scared now. He tried opening his eyes then, and lifted his head but he couldnt. He just went terjelepok on the table and cannot get up.
I went 'KUDA NOOOO JANGAN PENGSAN ON MUMMY PLEASEEEEEE'
Luckily he was still breathing and i can see how hard he fought to move. After a while pun macam dia bangun, opened his eyes but he cannot move much. He unfolded his wings a few times but he couldnt close it and kept his head on my fingers. I thought I was going to lose him on my palms this morning. I was already so close to tearing up but i kept it in, trying to accept it if he wasnt going to make it. Then i thought no i cant give up on him, I already bought a nice cage for him to live once he's old enough to graduate to the cage.
So i tried to keep him warm because his foot was so cold, and put him under my shirt. I was hoping so bad that the heat will help him (I read somewhere that that is one of the first things you must do if your bird is sick). I kept washing his beak with warm water and tried to place some food on his beak. He was too tired to even lick the water but he did several times.
Luckily when i was like that, my dad came back and saw us at the dining table and i told my dad abt him. Everything was kind of a blur from here, but i remember my dad tried putting food into his beak so he can swallow easier. Alhamdulillah he responded and swallowed. My dad kept giving the food bit by bit. Then i think my dad thought that maybe the bird is cold, so he made me go pick up a small towel and to iron it to heat it up. So i did, and we wrapped the bird inside of the heated towel, and the magic happened; he made a sound. It grew louder and louder.
So now we continued wrapping him with warm towel and placed him in a tissue box instead of the shoe box. Shoe box is too big for him to retain heat on his own, dahla botak like that.
And then ayah got this brilliant idea.
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| we put him on the tv so it'll always be warm |
and this is him, after a few hours. alive and kicking again ;p
alamak blogger said there is an error with the video, i'll upload some other time then
p/s: Kuda, please do not shock us like that again. Mummy promise to be careful next time :)
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