My daughter, Jenny, took her adorable peach-faced lovebird, Daisy, to the avian vet today. The bird's been bothered with a bad irritation under her wing.
Daisy loves to fly around the pool enclosure. Jennifer took her outside the enclosure one day to sit. Daisy decided to visit the lofty pine trees, and found herself a branch to perch upon.
After 2 hours of bird-smoozing, she flew back to Jenny. Since her excursion that day, she's been pecking away underneath her wing. Apparently birdy had significantly scratched herself and has since been making it worse.
The cream prescription was called in by the vet, and Jenny picked it up, using her own name. "What name, again? We don't have a prescription for Jennifer. There's one here for Daisy Fowl..." Say again ?