The only thing is that they scooped up some of our poo on a stick to look at. I thought that rather odd, disturbing and frankly sick. Especially when the vet said I had "textbook stools." What? You mean somebody out there is sick enough to write books on bird poo? What kind of people do things like that?
Anyway, he said we're all healthy and good looking birds. We all got checked out, our hearts listened to, and wing trims. Zack threw him for a bit of a loop because he didn't react the way the vet expected him to. When his checkup and wing clip were done, Zack just sat there and glared at the vet. The vet looked at Zack and said "I think he's pissed." Mommy found that amusing. She was like well, yea! We've been bringing him here for 12 years. I think he knows you. Zack probably passed frightened and scared into aggrivated and pissed off by these visits years ago. Zack is such a pro at handling humans. He should really teach a "understanding humans" psychology class for the rest of us birds! He's spent his entire life with humans and seems to "get them" so well. Maybe I'll be as wise as he is one day. He's a great mentor.
At least Chloe and I were respectable and didn't challenge the vet with a "drop dead" look. The vet even said budgies were his favorite. Well, he actually said budgies are every vet's favorite because our bites don't hurt. I'm not sure if that's good or bad. I'm glad to be a favorite, but now I wonder about my ability to defend myself if I'm threatened or challenged. He also thought my singing was neat.
So we survived the annual vet visit. God willing, we can stay healthy and happy and not have to do that again for another year.
Happy Friday to all of you. I hope you have a great weekend.