It is hard for me not to get personal and post what the disease is like. I am living with it.
Most have birds, rehomed, rescues, most you take on manage to survive, they get their feathers back, they live happily ever after.
My birds don't. My birds have a death sentence. It is the hardest thing I have ever taken on but the most wonderful thing. For some reason I am destined to take them. Buggered if I know why.
It is a waiting game, an unknown. We just manage from day to day. So here goes, looks like no matter how much I try I am going to yet again take in another PBFD bird, if not this one I am sure there will be many more to follow.
First of all the BLOOD, it is horrible, sickening and panicing. The sores are terrible, they open up, blood spatters on your walls, it drips down the cage, it is everywhere.
Keeping them warm is always a problem, cold in winter overnight, gotta try to keep the fire going. Hot in summer for us, gotta keep them out of airconditioning but not so they get too hot, gotta keep them just right.
Feeding, gotta make sure the beak is trimmed, make sure they can get water, if they can't scoop it up like M and P that they can have other means, make sure they can crack seed. Make sure if you give fruit they can actually break it, eat it. Cut it into thin slices, so they can actually use their tongue to eat it.
Nails, have to make sure they are trimmed, they grow so quick.
Beak trims, terrible, much blood. Bird screeching.
Jumpers, put them on, take them off, often blood, screeching.
Most of all the BLOOD. aghhh, I hate the blood.
Did I tell you how much I hate the blood.

I will follow this up with pics. You all need to see what PBFD is and does.