I feel dizzy now. dizzy, tired, and feverish... I've lost so much blood.
I struggle to get up, but fail. What's wrong with me? I can't even stand up. Could it be what I fear it is?
I puff my feathers up weakly for a few seconds, which is the sign for parrotlets and a few other birds meaning "I'm not feeling well." I know all the symptoms haven't shown yet, but could it be Coccidia, a deadly, but common bird disease?
Mist voiced her thoughts about coccidiosis to me.
"It could be..
." I said. I quizzed her on the symptoms the was experiencing, and got a positive answer for each question. Darn it. I remembered what I had read about the disease, and took a moment to think about it. Coccidiosis is caused by the internal parasites coccidia, when they multiply too rapidly in the intestines. The only cure is a coccidiosat, commonly manufactured by humans for livesock. If I could just get my claws on some...
I suddenly flew from the tree, gliding miles and miles, looking desperately for a farm store. At last, I was rewarded with a large building, with a sign reading "The Country Store". I waited until a human came along and the automatic doors slid open. I flew inside just as the human looked up. I read the signs above the isles until I found the livestock medications section. It was a good thing I could read. I perched on the edge of the shelf, glaring at the many bottles and jars of disgusting fluid. At last I saw what I was looking for. A jar labeled Corid 9.6%.
It was a coccidiostat manufactured for cows, but it would do. I picked up the jar, and as a second thought also plucked a syringe form a large box. The humans were coming now, screaming at the top of their lungs. One of them even had a broom. I scoffed at their stupdity, then launched myself from the shelf, medicine and syringe in claw. I soared out the door past a disbelieving human, then flew back to the tree. I set the medicine carefully on a large branch, and flew to Mist.
"I have the medicine." I said proudly.
"What?" She was disbelieving.
"We can start treatment tomorrow morning." I left her gawking, and alighted next to the medicine bottle. I finally took a moment to read the label, which said to administer 9.5 cubic centimeters per gallon of drinking water.Per gallon. How was I supposed to measure gallons?? A thought suddenly came to me. I flew over to the other birds, and said: "I need you to search every garbage can in the city until you find a one gallon water jug. Mist's life may depend on it!"
Quick note: My chicken flock came down with coccidiosis last spring. I had to use the medication written above, and they recovered. I seized this opportunity to let out a bit of my nerdiness on the subject! Lol.