#avian veterinarians

[tiktokparrot]

Discover the amazing dexterity and climbing skills of African Grey Parrots! Learn how to keep their feet healthy with our expert tips and engaging insights.

[sunset-peril]

I found a Wolf Link amiibo today randomly at GameStop and it actually made my day (on top of the sweet quaker parrot I met at a local pet store 😘🐦)

I'd been looking for one for several years, but the insane cost of one had me thinking I wouldn't ever get one (the last one I saw in person was $250 in 2021)

And then boom. Staring right back at me in the Nintendo section. For a grand total of less than twenty dollars.

[vetnews]

Why Exotic Vet? How To Choose Best Exotic Veterinarian?

Finding a veterinarian to care for a unique pet might be difficult for individuals who desire to maintain an unusual animal as a pet. In addition, not all veterinarians are educated or prepared to diagnose and treat animals such as rabbits, ferrets, geckos, and parrots. Thanks to popular search engines such as Google, finding an exotic vet near me is all you need to surf to get the ideal vet for your exotic pet in Houston TX.

Depending on what sort of breed or pet you have, finding a vet to work with may be a significant struggle. However, using these recommendations, you may choose a competent exotic pet doctor to care for your buddy.

Simply put, all of our family members require good medical care. But, of course, that applies to two-legged, hairy, scaly, or winged family members.

Excellent veterinarian care for our exotic pets is just as crucial as for your dog or child. If you have an unusual pet, whether a giant snake, a beautiful tropical bird, or a tiny pocket pet, you should choose a veterinarian specialising in exotic pet care.

How To Choose the Best Exotic Vet?

Finding a vet to care for your exotic pet might be difficult, but it is not impossible. You can try a variety of resources.

Other exotic pet owners - Word-of-mouth is one of the most excellent methods to discover a vet who will handle unusual animals. Your fellow unknown pet owners are likely to know and use someone and may be able to recommend someone.

Your average local veterinarian - Another fantastic place to seek a vet for your exotic pet is your regular neighbourhood physician. Many private practices employ exotic pet veterinarians.

Whether you already have a relationship with a pattern, contact them to check if the physicians there will see your exotic pet. Regarding exotic animals, the experts at certain larger veterinary institutions may have a broader range of experience. Even if they don't see them, they may recommend you to another practitioner that would.

Larger hospitals - Check with a veterinary school or a central institution-style practice. Exotic species are frequently given their department at these establishments. They’ll also offer exotic medicine for your exotic pet.

Veterinary associations - Several national and worldwide associations exist for veterinarians who have a particular interest in a specific animal class. These organisations do not require anything more than a membership fee for the veterinarian to join. Still, search for a veterinarian listed through one of these organisations. You will likely find someone who has invested the time and money to learn additional skills and medicine to treat that species.

Looking for an Emergency Veterinary Exotics?

If your exotic pet is in crisis or you are concerned that they are dying and require quick assistance, don't put off looking for an exotic veterinarian.

Most small animal practitioners and after-hours emergency facilities have the equipment to stabilise exotic animals using oxygen treatment and heat. Although they may not have the resources to diagnose or treat your pet, they can save you time and assist you in finding a professional vet to whom they can refer the situation.

An exotic veterinarian cannot treat all sorts of exotic pets. Previously, expertise in veterinary medicine was not required. As regular pet practitioners, "exotic vets" fulfilled their tasks. They would apply their knowledge of one species to another and broaden the therapy. However, a cat is not the same as a little dog. We now know better after multiple tragedies caused by ineffective treatment.

A professional bird vet cannot treat small mammals; the same should be assumed if you bring a marsupial to a reptile expert. Therefore, it is prudent to seek an exotic veterinarian who is a good fit for your pet's species. If their qualifications don't match, they should deny therapy; otherwise, you're just setting yourself up for failure.

[followthebluebell]

An update on the current uptick of canine infectious respiratory disease complex (CIRDC) in the US, posted December 5, 2023.

The good news is that we know it's not COVID or avian influenza. We're also relatively sure that it's not a new disease.

The bad news is that we're still not really sure WHAT the causative agent is. Current thinking is that it's a bacterial infection, which raises entirely new concerns like why it's not responding to current antibiotics. :/ It may be that we're seeing a new strain of antibiotic resistant bacteria.

The best defense for now is keeping up to date on vaccines.

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

Sorry for the rant but holy shit seriously I wish people would realize that most veterinarians ARE NOT wildlife rehabbers. I work at a vet clinic that specializes in cats and dogs, but people are constantly bringing in injured wild animals, especially birds. a few weeks ago we actually had an avian flu scare after someone brought in a sick pigeon that they found in the park. Luckily the animal ended up testing negative but seriously if you find a sick/injured WILD animal, don't just pick it up and bring it to a vet clinic. Your local veterinarian is probably not qualified to deal with wild animals and chances are neither are you! You're just putting us and yourself in danger! :(

Yep. I’ve had to fix botched wraps on wildlife from vets before because the staff had only worked on domestics and maybe a parrot or two so they didn’t know what was different between a canary patient and say an owl. And I’m very aware that even a vet tech can probably read a CBC faster than me and most have less trouble drawing the blood to begin with than I will because these are different skill sets. Can I do a gram stain? Technically, but I’m not going to compete at identifying a species of bacteria with an actual vet. Can a vet keep a wild animal alive? Maybe, but it’s going to be a lot more stressful on the staff and animal because they’ve only been trained to handle animals that are at least reasonably acclimated to humans.

[thoughtlessarse]

Cows have entry portals for both human and bird flus. This new finding may mean that cattle could host both types of flus at once. The two viruses could then swap parts to create a new type of influenza, maybe even one that could cause a pandemic. Cattle have three types of influenza A receptors — entry portals viruses use to infect host cells — veterinarian Charlotte Kristensen and colleagues report May 3 at bioRxiv.org. One portal is like a receptor that decorates human cells. Another is like that found in chickens. And the third resembles receptors from ducks. One of those avian receptors may have allowed a virus from a wild bird to infect a dairy cow in Texas, leading to the current H5N1 bird flu outbreak in cattle. Researchers have long thought cattle were resistant to influenza A, says Kristensen, of the University of Copenhagen. Some cows have been infected in lab studies, and there have been suggestions that cows might sometimes catch human seasonal influenza. But it surprised many experts when H5N1 bird flu was found in dairy cattle and in grocery store milk this spring (SN: 4/25/24).

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[spookystar29]

Some jobs/Fields I can see Dovesso working in:

Clarissa:

Ornitology

Dressage rider

Florist

Teacher / Swim instructor

Social worker

Make-up Artist

Avian / sea animals Veterinarian

Leonora:

Pharmacist

Bookstore owner

Lawyer / Law professor

Folklorist

Stuntwoman

Fotographer

Forester

Tell me if you want me to write about a certain constellation

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Angels Are Avian-Adjacent"

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: wing fic, avian creatures, angel Steve, veterinarian Bucky, supernatural meet-cute, fantasy au, injury and medical treatment

Summary: Unlike Bucky's regular patients, Steve was going to need a bit more reassurance than a simple belly rub or placating scritch behind the ear.

(A last minute fill to grab a B-I-N-G-O on Stucky'Verse Bingo!)

A fill for @stuckyversebingo

card: sarah-writes-stucky / sarahyellow

Square D1: "Creature: Avian"

“I … I don’t think I can do this,” Bucky stuttered, hands fluttering about nervously, hovering over one of the massive wings and then pulling away again, too freaked out to touch him. “You’re hurt. Y-you need a doctor.”

“You’re a doctor.”

“I’m a veterinarian!” 

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Steve said, voice coming out strained due to the pain he was in, “but don’t you still receive a fair degree of medical training for that?”

“For animals!” Bucky blustered. “N-not, not humans! And certainly not for … whatever the heck you are!”

Steve huffed in frustration. “I told you, I’m an—”

“An angel. Yeah, you said that.” Bucky still didn’t want to believe it, even though the proof was in the pudding, and the pudding was currently lying face down on his clinic’s exam table—all two hundred pound, six foot tall, approximately twelve foot wingspan of it. Bucky laughed slightly hysterically. “This is insane!”

“Be that as it may, this actually hurts like a motherfucker, so if you don’t mind, isn’t there something you could give me?” Steve grit out. Bucky hesitated, until the creature turned to face him, a wince taking over his—sweaty and visibly pained, but also admittedly angelic—features. “Please?” he breathed, fear and pleading in his eyes. “I can’t go to a regular hospital. Please. You understand, don’t you?”

Bucky nodded after a beat. “Yeah,” he whispered, though he really didn’t understand a fucking thing at all. “O-okay.” He swallowed nervously and looked around, trying to gather his wits. “Um, do - do you know how meds affect you?”

Steve shook his head and tried to shrug, but when his shoulders moved his wings did too, and he gasped sharply, his pearly white teeth bared in a pained snarl—though far prettier than any made by Bucky’s usual patients. “I don’t know,” he said tightly, voice clipped from the pain of trying to hold himself still. “I’ve never needed medicine. I don’t usually get sick. or hurt.”

Bucky made a dubious face. “O-kaay … well ... how much do you weigh?” 

Steve gave him his best guess, and Bucky decided that he probably wouldn’t kill a roughly two hundred-twenty pound, avian-adjacent humanoid creature with a conservative amount of ketamine. Despite the wings he had sprouting out of his back, Steve did still appear to be mammalian in nature. The guy had nipples, leastways.

 “Okay,” Bucky said, sighing as he pulled out his phone. “Hang on for a sec.”

“What are you doing?”

His lips twisted as he started typing. “You’re just a tad heavier than my usual patients, bud. I’m consulting Dr. Google for your dosage conversion.”

After navigating past a slew of search results promoting crisis hotlines and addiction recovery centers, he was able to find the information he needed to calculate how much of the drug to give Steve. “Okay,” he breathed, still wildly nervous and freaked out over what was going on. He went and prepared an injection of the medication and came back to prep the angel’s arm with a tourniquet and alcohol swab. Steve didn’t make a peep when the needle went in, and a minute later, his body was visibly relaxing from the sudden relief of pain. 

“Oh,” he breathed, blond eyelashes fluttering against his pretty cheeks. “Oh, thank you. That’s … that’s much better.”

Not knowing where to touch him, Bucky tentatively patted the angel’s hair. “You’re welcome,” he said, eyes sliding down to the injured wing. There was a shard of metal wedged up between the secondary convert and marginal convert feathers, the blood that stained their white color indicating that whatever the object was, it’d likely pierced Steve in the humeral portion of his … his wing. 

Bucky licked his lips and moved his hands down Steve’s back, hovering, afraid to touch something so foreign. “Um, okay,” he hedged. “There’s some sort of shrapnel. I can see where it is, but I need to get a better look at the point of entry. Can you …” (Jesus, what the everloving fuck was he even doing?) “Um, can you move your wing at all?” He gingerly touched the coracoscapular joint, watching as Steve worked up the nerve to give a tentative movement. He hissed at the motion, but was able to slowly unfold his left wing out from his back. “Good,” Bucky praised, gloved hands gently guiding him. “Okay, easy. Good, right there. That’s good enough.”

Steve stopped moving, panting from the exertion, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow when he turned his head further to look at Bucky out of the corner of his eye. “How bad is it?”

“It’s not gonna be life threatening,” Bucky said after a moment of carefully moving the feathers out of the way to examine the site of penetration. “Unless you’ve got a major blood vessel in a place where birds don’t.” He inspected the injury, mentally cataloguing the supplies he was going to need to perform the extraction. “Okay,” he muttered under his breath, talking more to himself than he was to Steve. “Okay, yeah. I think this is gonna be okay. I think we can do this.”

“You can?”

Bucky’s attention shot back to Steve, who sounded very anxious. Bucky was abruptly reminded that unlike his regular patients, Steve was going to need a bit more reassurance than a simple belly rub or placating scritch behind the ear. “Yeah,” he promised, firming up his voice into something more confident and professional. “Yeah. Your anatomy is basically human, with avian anatomy in the places where I need to work."

“You operate on angels often?” Steve joked nervously.

“Nope. But I know birds, and it’s more a matter of basic principles than anything else,” Bucky reassured. “Don’t worry. I know what to do.” 

Steve exhaled in relief, and Bucky didn’t feel too guilty for making a promise he wasn’t a hundred percent confident on. “Kay,” he said, turning around to go gather what he’d need for the procedure. “We’re gonna do this under a local anesthetic, so you’ll be awake. Just give me a few minutes while I get ready.”

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[coven-of-genesis]

Essential oils toxic to birds

Birds are highly sensitive to many substances, including essential oils. The respiratory system of birds is delicate, and certain essential oils can be toxic to them, even in small amounts.

Here is a list of essential oils that are generally considered toxic to birds:

Tea Tree Oil (Melaleuca oil)

Eucalyptus Oil

Peppermint Oil

Cinnamon Oil

Clove Oil

Thyme Oil

Wintergreen Oil

Pine Oil

Citrus Oil (Lemon, Orange, Grapefruit)

Lemon Grass Oil

Oregano Oil

Ylang Ylang Oil

Bergamot Oil

Sweet Birch Oil

Garlic Oil

Garlic Extract

Onion Oil

Onion Extract

Nutmeg Oil

Anise Oil

Juniper Oil

Mustard Oil

Citronella Oil

Bay Leaf Oil

Cassia Oil

Cajeput Oil

Geranium Oil

Birds have unique respiratory systems and are highly sensitive to airborne substances. Inhalation of these oils, even in small amounts, can cause respiratory distress, neurological problems, liver damage, and other serious health issues for birds.

It's crucial to avoid using these essential oils around birds or in areas where they reside. Ensure good ventilation in the bird's environment and be cautious about any scented products that may contain these oils. If you suspect your bird has been exposed to a toxic essential oil or is showing signs of illness, it's important to contact an avian veterinarian as soon as possible for guidance and treatment.

[barrenclan]

hello raz it is I the destressed Rowlet ask

I just want to say I find it funny that warrior cats kids become art students or biology students

also, a random question, but what do you think the clans would call scientifically-accurate dinosaurs? For biblically accurate dinosaurs (Jurassic Park, Land before time, etc.) I imagine that's be called 'lizard-dogs' lizard becuz dino and dogs are viscous. ANYWAY how a good day.

Is it really any surprise? Warriors fans are a bunch of weird nerds reading books about wild animals... not too much of a stretch that they'd be into art or bio. I'm sure someone out there is a veterinarian, ask around.

Interesting question, I guess it'd depend on the kind of non-avian dinosaur. They've got lots of different forms of course. Sauropods, probably something along the line of "tree snakes", ceratops maybe "spike monsters", raptors might get "bird dogs". There's too many dinosaurs to cover it all.

[sunset-peril]

Me: *finally finds a book I want to read after like 3 years* Book: *is 150-200 dollars* Me: WHY IS IS 'SPENSIVE?!

[gay-teedo]

So you’re telling me baby scientist prodigy Kara Danvers goes to a new planet that has birds, a type of animal they didn’t even have on krypton, and becomes a reporter instead of an avian veterinarian? Instead of a veterinarian at all??? Not even a conservationist??? I’m calling bs…

[mage]

from chapter 5 of whatever this is, it isn't lust on ao3

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Eda had left Camila to roll up the yoga mats and push the coffee table back into place as soon as the instructor on the livestream bowed to signal the end of the session, but Camila didn't begrudge her that. The slow pace of the gentle yoga class had left Eda vibrating with energy and, really, Camila was grateful that Eda had humoured her at all.

Plus, when she came out of the kitchen, she had two mugs of what smelled like apple blood, not coffee, in her hands, and she let Camila snuggle into her on the couch without complaint.

Not that Eda had ever complained about cuddling, and her free arm went around Camila's shoulders as soon as Camila settled in.

"So?" Eda asked. "Are you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?" Camila took a long sip of her drink. "You already know that I love you."

The hand about Camila’s shoulder pushed at her instead. "Not that!"

Camila could hear the blush in Eda's voice and she couldn't help but twist about to admire it. "I do love you, you know."

"I know." Eda pulled Camila back into her side. "And I love you too. But what were you going to tell me? Before we had sex?"

"You're going to have to be more specific," Camila said. "We've had a lot of sex and a lot of conversations interrupted by it."

"Camila." Eda's smile turned lascivious. "Yesterday. When I was on your lap and—"

"Ah, yes. That."

She should have known that Eda wouldn't have forgotten that conversation thread. She took another drink, this time for fortification as she considered how to broach a topic she had never intended to discuss.

Fuck it. There wasn't any good way. "How familiar are you with avian reproductive anatomy?"

Eda's expression went flat. Which Camila found funny, given that Eda had known that Camila had been thinking about a, quote-unquote, 'gross veterinarian thing'.

"Why the hell would I know anything about 'avian reproductive anatomy'?"

Camila couldn't resist snaking one hand between the couch and Eda's back, groping low until her fingers grazed Eda's ass. "Well, you are a bird sometimes. With a mammalian backside, but—"

"Camila."

She let her voice slip into a lecturer's cadence and ignored Eda's fidgeting. "Almost every bird species has a single posterior orifice called a cloaca and reproduction occurs via an cloacal kiss, which is honestly a very cute turn of"—Eda wasn't fidgeting anymore, her eyes were on Camila—"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're so fucking weird. It's cute. Unlike a cloacal kiss, which we will never discuss again."

Camila hid her laugh in Eda's shoulder and muffled her mock-protest into the soft cotton of her shirt. Eda plucked the mug from her hand, which, honestly was for the best. Camila would be the one stuck with cleaning up the stain if any of the alcohol spilled. "I'm not weird! This is my job, I literally have a doctorate in"—Eda placed a hand on Camila's chest and pushed, once—"Eda!"

Eda followed her down onto the couch, one knee pressed firm against Camila's centre, her body heavy on top of Camila. "Later, Cam." She was laughing, the asshole, turning Camila's own words against her. "Sex now."

[moontyger]

We’ve learned that the viral load in milk from infected cows is especially high. This suggests that infection might be spread through milking machines or when the milking rooms are power washed, aerosolizing infected milk. This is why workers should wear protective gear.

Another huge problem is that cattle in the U.S. are fed poultry “litter,” a euphemism for leftover feathers, bird droppings, spilled seed, and the occasional dead mouse or rat mixed in. There is supposed to be a 15-day period before cattle are slaughtered when the broiler litter is not to be used. Because of this two-week “weaning period” before human consumption, dairy cows are not supposed to be fed bird litter.

Cow manure—based on poultry litter—is widely spread on fields as a fertilizer, including on organic farms. So, our whole agricultural supply chain could be at risk of spreading infection. At least with limited testing, it doesn't look like cows are shedding virus thru their stool.

There are other possible routes of transmission. For example, house flies and blow flies can transmit H5N1 and other avian influenza viruses. During an HPAI (H5N1) epidemic in Thailand in 2005, blood-engorged mosquitoes collected at poultry farms tested positive for H5N1 by reverse transcription-PCR. Windborne spread could explain up to 24% of the transmission over distances up to 25 km in the 2003 outbreak.

There is now apparently spread of infection from cows back to birds. Grackles, blackbirds, and chickens all showed mutations from mammals, suggesting this route.

Gaps In Response

The government’s response to this potential biothreat has been reactive and limited.

The strongest initial criticism is that, despite calls for data and sample sharing as a foundation of pandemic preparedness, the USDA has not fully shared their data. When it finally shared genetic sequences with GISAID, the international database widely used by scientists since 2008, the USDA did not say where the samples originated nor include critical timing data.

Another problem is that the testing of cows is limited to dairy cows before they are moved to a different state. We don’t know if beef cattle are infected.

Surprisingly, the government apparently has had no power to restrict the movement of cattle or to require testing or reporting of infected herds or workers. A number of farmers are reluctant to allow testing. We know how voluntary reporting and restrictions will work…

However, on April 24, the USDA’s Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service announced that dairy cows would have to be tested before interstate transport and that labs and vets would have to report positive tests in cows. APHIS also announced finding H5N1 in a lung tissue sample from an asymptomatic dairy cow in an affected herd.

While there was one recently reported case of conjunctivitis in a person, there is likely to be considerable underreporting. There have been anecdotal reports of other symptomatic workers with fever, cough, and lethargy—and who do not want to be tested or seen by doctors. Many workers are likely undocumented and have no trust in the government. Dairy owners won’t want to risk prices falling or calls to cull their herds. Cattle veterinarian Dr. Barb Petersen said there has been underreporting and fear. She told Bovine Veterinarian’s journalist Rhonda Brooks, “But every dairy that I've worked with has – with the exception of one – had sick human beings at the same time they had sick cows.” She also reported infections in people with no direct contact with dairy cows. “I'm talking owners and feeders who don't usually touch cows.”

[speckle-peony]

(@zoruascanbetrainerstoo) Hihi. I'm reallyreally scared. I met a reallyreally weird woman named Cara Liss on Galar Route 6 who said she could revive fossils if I gave her two of them, and I gave her a Plume fossil and a Sail fossil, but there's only one revived Pokemon, an Archen-Amaura, and they're in a lot of pain and I don't know how to help them. -Illanero

1) please do not blame yourself. there's no way you could have known who cara liss is and what she does.

2) fuck cara liss, she has no regard for life, only searching for "correct" answers to her hypothesis, often causing harm. every single version of her across the multiverse should have her license taken away, and should be jailed.

3) report her to the authorities if you haven't already.

4) some care tips, from my perspective as a professor.

from their unique biology, i have my doubts that they will ever be able to fly, even if they do have the flying type. archen love the feeling of wind under their wings, so my suggestion is to take them to something like a wind tunnel, where they will be able to spread their wings and feel the wind under them safely.

because of their amaura hind legs, i believe they may have trouble walking, if they are able to at all, and will probably be in pain if they can, as would be the trouble of walking with two legs as a quadruped.

i am by no means an expert, as i'm neither a veterinarian or have x-rays or diagrams. i would suggest visiting a veterinarian joy (highest ranking in their field) or two, who specialize in quadruped mammals and avians. depending on what region you're in, i can give you some recommendations.

no matter where you go though, i can give you a letter of recommendation to anywhere you go.

take care, both you and archen-amaura.

[virtie333]

Two Truths and a Trick🎃👻

Thanks for the tag @diplomaticprincess and @agent-troi!

Even though I grew up landlocked in the middle of the U.S., I am a water baby and love to swim in the ocean.

I learned falconry in college and had every intention of becoming an avian veterinarian at the time.

I grew up horse crazy, but I didn't get my first horse until I was 28 years old and could afford it on my own.

Which is the trick? Make a guess in the comments and then reblog your own Two Truths and a Trick!

No pressure tags: @jewelsrulz, @marieziffer, @campingwiththecharmings, @juneknight, @melodygatesauthor, @soft-girl-musings and anyone else who would like to participate!