Poor Chessie

Took Chessie to see Dr. Kipps today for her followup blood tests. My goodness the poor little girl looks like she was mugged. Dr. Kipps gave her a sedative because she has to draw 4 vials and we had also asked her to clip Chessie's toenails. Her weight and temperature were good but I guess the sedative dropped her blood pressure so the doctor had hard time drawing blood. Three weeks ago they shaved a spot on the side of her neck and today they shaved continued that area to the other side of her neck. What strange look that is. She has some ugly red areas on her neck now from the injection site. And I guess because they had such a hard time getting blood from Chessie's neck that they shaved a spot on the inside of her rear leg to draw blood. That area now has an ugly spot too. Poor Chessie was not a happy camper this afternoon. We waited while the doctor worked on her so we didn't have to leave her. Now we have to wait to see what the results are for her liver. We still need to continue her on the Denamarin and Marin. Tonight will probably be the last of her antibiotics.

Lizzie had a fun day sitting in the sunny front window watching the birds outside. We had put some sunflowers seeds on the outside window sill. Those little chickadees are so brave. They are so fast that they can fly up to the window sill, grab a sunflower seed and fly away before Lizzie can jump at them (lots of little noseprints on the window). We were amazed at one point this morning when both girls were sitting in the window together with no fighting.

The mourning dove we rescued yesterday was dead this morning. I didn't think he'd make it. The hawk was back this noon and he spent about an hour or more sitting in a pine tree in the sun. He must've already eaten because when the doves finally came back to the feeder he didn't go after any of them.

Kaaaboom

About 3:00 this afternoon I heard a huge thud and ran to the livingroom to see what had happened. I thought Lizzie, who had been watching birds all day in the front window, had knocked off a potted plant, but she was laying there wondering what the noise was too. I opened the front door and didn't see anything, looked around the livingroom and dining room, opened the door to the garage but didn't see anything. It was too loud of a noise not to find out exactly what it was. As I opened the back door a hawk carrying a mourning dove flew away and another dove was laying head first down in the snow. Evidently the hawk spooked two doves, one he got and the other hit the window. The dove who was head down into the snow was a goner I figured but about 45 minutes later I saw he was sitting up on the snow. So Paul got out our "birdie ambulance" (a small box with a rag in it) and I went out to pick it up. Right now the dove is recuperating in the box on a high shelf (wouldn't the girls love to play "cat & bird"?). If the dove lives I'll really be surprised, we'll see, otherwise he's compost tomorrow.
When I put out the peanut butter log this evening we both counted 7 bluebirds. Only 3 seem to come for breakfast but we extras for dinner, which is fine by us.