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Long story short, ever since Callie reached sexual maturity she's been a panting, humping, egg-laying machine. I tried hormone shots, but they were becoming less and less effective and lasted for shorter periods of time. At $126 a pop, plus the 1 1/2 hour trip to Cornell one-way, this was getting expensive and inconvenient. The last shot Callie got, the vet said I was wasting my money if we didn't implement environmental and behavioral changes as well. He offered two very good books with wonderful suggestions. However, not everyone in the household is on the same page with this. Even certain individuals who were there at the time and heard everything the vet said. The more time passes from the day of the visit, the more the story becomes, "Well, she's just a hot tamale."
Callie laid two eggs so far since that last visit and I'm convinced she has another forming. Tuesday morning when Dad (the early riser) got up to feed them, he found four centimeter-in-diameter splotches of blood under where she perches at night, and some smears along the edge of her food dish. I, unfortunately, was out-of-town for the day, but the 'rents kept an eye on her and she seemed okay. Took her to Cornell on Wednesday; they couldn't find any source of bleeding and supposedly couldn't palpate an egg (although right now she's in the back corner of her cage going through nest-making motions). We decided upon hormone shots and an anti-inflammatory med just in case. We've also scheduled a spaying for her.
I'm frustrated beyond belief in that I don't have control over her environment and that my parents seem to have their fingers in their ears going, "La, la, la," about changes that need to be made. I also don't feel that Callie should have to suffer through laying egg after egg until I convince them that changes need to be made or they both die, whichever comes first. I'm grateful for all the help they give me, but I wish I could get more cooperation on this. Anyway, her surgery is scheduled for the end of the month. I'll keep everyone posted. I just ask that everyone pray or meditate or offer up positive thoughts in the method of their own faith. Carol, I'd like you to share at the next monthly meeting too, okay?
Callie laid two eggs so far since that last visit and I'm convinced she has another forming. Tuesday morning when Dad (the early riser) got up to feed them, he found four centimeter-in-diameter splotches of blood under where she perches at night, and some smears along the edge of her food dish. I, unfortunately, was out-of-town for the day, but the 'rents kept an eye on her and she seemed okay. Took her to Cornell on Wednesday; they couldn't find any source of bleeding and supposedly couldn't palpate an egg (although right now she's in the back corner of her cage going through nest-making motions). We decided upon hormone shots and an anti-inflammatory med just in case. We've also scheduled a spaying for her.
I'm frustrated beyond belief in that I don't have control over her environment and that my parents seem to have their fingers in their ears going, "La, la, la," about changes that need to be made. I also don't feel that Callie should have to suffer through laying egg after egg until I convince them that changes need to be made or they both die, whichever comes first. I'm grateful for all the help they give me, but I wish I could get more cooperation on this. Anyway, her surgery is scheduled for the end of the month. I'll keep everyone posted. I just ask that everyone pray or meditate or offer up positive thoughts in the method of their own faith. Carol, I'd like you to share at the next monthly meeting too, okay?
We have good days and bad when it comes to her trying to pluck at the stitches. I tried putting her hoodie on her, but long-term it drives her nuts and she ends up fussing at it so much I'm afraid she'll end up pulling out the stitches or over-exerting herself, which is just as bad. Mom and I are going to try a little cheesecloth bib if it keeps up. But over-all she's doing wonderfully -- a real little trooper! She's like her mom -- surgery patient extraordinaire! 
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