Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Day 4 - great sadness

"Today Alfy died. He is no longer with us.  Dad went to get Alfy out of his box in the garage and when he looked in Alfy was not moving. I am very sad and will miss him. We will bury him somewhere in the garden."
Chris
"I was really sad to find that Alfy had not made it through the night. I just wish I knew why he had died. Thanks for following Alfy's short life story. We will all miss him."
Andrew

 "Dad helped us to dig a hole and we buried Alfy behind our old vegetable garden.  We then marked the spot with a Duct Tape cross.  Dad then helped us to make a wooden cross which Thomas and I put up. I really miss Alfy a lot."
Chris

Day 3 - Christmas Carols

I really didn't feel like eating this morning. Both Chris and Andrew tried to feed me but I really didn't want anything. They kept trying but I wouldn't open my mouth.
Andrew spent nearly 30 minutes cleaning my beak and face. He used earbuds and water and was very gentle. When he had finished I did feel like eating as now my nostrils where clear. Before he cleaned me I had hardened Pronutro and baby food all over my beak. Now I could smell again. He even tried to feed me a few seeds but I didn't want any so baby food it has been all day.
The office was lots of fun today as all the staff were in which made it busy. Being the first day of December Christmas carols where being played and enthusiastically tried to chirp along with them.  It was loads of fun!!!!
Andrew also put me on his finger and ran around the office trying to get me to fly. The other staff told him to stop as I am too small to be flying.
So I made it through another day.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Day 2 - Andrew's office

I'm glad you have come back to see what I have been doing. I had my second ride in a car today. The first time was in a car was on the way back form the beach on Sunday. I was put in a bucket on some pants for the at trip.
Today I went all the way to Andrew's office in my small box. I couldn't see much as he kept the box closed in case I tried to get out. When we got to the office Andrew put me in a much larger box, a banana box, which was great as I could see more and move around more. I was introduced to Paul and Glenis who thought I was really cute. I was also shown to Bob the office goldfish. Bob was quite glad that I was there as Andrew spent more time with me which mean he couldn't tap on the glass of the tank and scare Bob. Instead Paul and Glenis told him off for poking me.  In his defence, Andrew did look after me really well feeding me regularly.



I did quite a lot of chirping in the office as I could hear other birds outside.


When we got home from the office Chris ran up to the car wanting to see how I was. He was really glad to see me and immediately wanted to feed me. He is getting much better at it. He doesn't squirt baby food all over my face any more. They left me all alone at home for over an  hour while they went to touch rugby. Chris was very worried about me being alone. When he got back he rushed in to find that I had escaped from the banana box. I had poohed on the floor which Chris had to clean up.  
I am much stronger today as I have been well fed. There is still some debate as to how old I am and how long I will have to be looked after before I will be able to fly away by myself. You might want to leave some ideas as comments.
Thanks
Alfy

Monday, November 29, 2010

Day 1 - I almost died

Am I glad to see you have come back. At 9 this morning I really didn't think I would be back, but here I am. So let me tell you what has happened today.

I was woken with Chris opening my box saying, "Good morning Alfy, I'm glad to see you."   He then carried me, in my box, through to the dinning room and then went to wake his dad to tell him to come and feed me. Chris gave me some Pronutro using a syringe.  Not much went in. I was really hungry. They went off to school. Andrew worked from home today and when he got back from dropping the boys off I was in a bad way.   I kept falling over backwards and one of my eyes was doing funny things. Andrew decided it was time to force feed me but I had given up. He persisted and forced some Pronutro and then Weet-Bix down my throat.
He then put me outside on the table. i could hear other birds chirping so I chirped back. I immediately started feeling better.
Andrew continued to check on me all day and feed me more Weet-Bix. He even put a branch in my box to sit on.  I liked that. 
When the boys got home Chris ran to see if i was okay and immediately wanted to feed me. Pink Pronutro went everywhere. It didn't look out of place in my box as there were a number of pink poo's in the box too.
I was feeling so good that I managed to escape from my box, jump of the table and try to run away. The boys took a while to catch me.
When Gill got home she had found out some new information about what to feed me. So they are now feeding me baby food - Watties for baby, pear & banana. If you have any other ideas please leave a comment below.
Andrew said that Chris needed to clean my box but he was not keen to do that so Andrew did it.
Chris gave me one more fed before he went to bed.
Andrew put me in the garage and that is where I am now -fast asleep.
See you tomorrow.
Alfy

Who Is Elfy????

This is a blog dedicated to me, Elfy [pronounced Alfy, actually Chris just miss spelt Alfy]. Chris found me [he is not sure if I am a him or a her] when coming back from the beach yesterday, Sunday 28 October 2010. He took me home and his dad was not keen to have me there as he thought I might die and he wasn't really sure what to do to look after me.
Chris' two brothers, James and Thomas wanted me to stay. And so did Chris' mum Gill. Anyway I got to stay and Chris' dad did a Google search to find out how to look after me. We also had some help from Gill's cousin who said to feed me Pronutro which I quite liked.
Chris said two prayers for me before he went to bed and got very tearful when he said that he had prayed that I wouldn't die. He even came to say good night to me in my box in the garage before he went to bed.