Tuesday, January 30, 2007

SuperFreak, the little hussy, is super-freakin'!!

She and her buds, Morrigan and Queen Mab just are crazy people!

So, I call home today, and John happens to be home, and I ask how things are going. He tells me he wished he had had a video camera set up today, because he was dying of laughter. As it was, Tommy Lee, my almost eight year old Min-Pin, was all wrapped up in his blankie curled up on the floor when John decided he needed to let the ferrets out for a good romp. Well, there you go, a recipe for shenanigans!!

Queen Mab, Morrigan, and SuperFreak decided HE didn't need that blanket, and they went after him! They got on all sides of it, and they dragged him IN his blanket, all over the floor, trying to steal it away from him. Of course, Tommy Lee is a grumpy old man of about 9 pounds, and he growled and had a fit, but they never gave up!

After much hard work, the three little witches managed to steal his blankie away, and he, like a whipped dog, ran off to hide in his chair where they couldn't get him!

Girls... ya gotta love 'em!

Sunday, January 28, 2007

*sigh* - more bad news...

We got home a short while ago, just about 8:00, and while we were tending to the glider cages, we discovered blood in the bottom of a drip pan in the Kentucky gliders' cage. We quickly went through the pouches to see if anyone was hurt, and everyone appeared to be fine - except our mommy glider - who is no longer pregnant. This is just horrible, because it looked as if she were carrying twins up until today.

These guys are little piggies, and they've been fed a strict BML diet, with plenty of it because these little fellows have had such a healthy appetite since I took them in (plus, they were fed mealies in the mornings, too); so, who knows why they terminated their young: there could be any number of reasons. Mommy glider sure had alot on her... she had twins, which were between six and seven weeks OOP, who were still nursing, plus, she was carrying new babies. Since I just took them in around Christmas, there sure was a lot going on for them. There were no "remains" - just a bloody spot in the drip pan, about the size of a dime...

I believe I have a home already lined up for the male joey and his sister (once he is neutered, which should be within the next two weeks, if funds allow), and then, I will be able to place the two pair.

If there is any interest in a bonded colony (males have been neutered), please send an e-mail to: cyndi@glider-island.com. An application will need to be completed, and vet references will be required and checked. An adoption fee(s) does apply.

Attached are two photos, one, of the mommy glider, who had been nursing twins, and it looks as if she were pregnant in this photo, which was taken January 12th, and she did get bigger:

Mommy glider

and this is one of the neutered adult males:

One of the neutered males

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Update on Kentucky Gliders: A Tragedy

With every bit of thanks and appreciation to Dr. Tharp, Sugeebaby, and Tmarie.... this morning was incredible... thank you, for being there for me and helping me through this loss...

Early this morning, with Sugeebaby's help, I was able to get two of my intact male rescues neutered this morning. I got a call from my vet's office at about 10:30 letting me know the boys were fine and were ready to be picked up. Since I was so excited at getting my little guys back home, and also so proud of my joeys, Thing 1 and Thing 2, I decided to take the rest of the family to meet my vet.... this is a recounting of my morning.... bear with me, this is a sad post... and I pulled from cross-posts I've made on my glider boards to write this....

"Well, I took the entire family with me to the vet's office today so that the staff could meet the rest of the family. Dr. Tharp always takes such great care of my gliders (and all of my other animals, too). I opened the pouch, and they were just crabbing their little heads off. Everyone was as fine as could be, and they were just full of themselves. Now, keep in mind, I am only within a 15 minute drive to my vet's office.

OK, so, the Kentucky girls and joeys are mad, and they want to rest. I woke them up to bright lights, and they hate that. Fine, I zipped the pouch up, and I picked up the freshly neutered males (who are doing GREAT, by the way, they are up and at 'em and doing fine), and we headed for home.

We get home, and I decided to keep the males in a smaller cage next to their colony for some observation before I put them back in with their colony. Laser neutering is the best method, in my opinion, and I expect there to be no complications, since the last round of neutered males went exceptionally well. So, I set the neutered males cage down, and I begin to move the girls back into their cage pouch, and all is well. While I am at it, I thought, ok, I have a huge stack of papers to grade, since this is the end of the semester, I might as well snuggle these little men. The joeys, Thing 1 and Thing 2, begin to crawl out of the pouch, and they are so cute, that I can't wait to sit down for our snuggle.

Problem: Thing 2 is up and spry and ready to go (now, he's the cuddler, and the lazy one), but Thing 1 is NOT looking good. He seems almost lifeless, and I am wondering, "What in the heck?!" I call for John, and I ask him to take a look at him, and he said, "Aww, he's just sleepy, and you woke him up, he'll be ok." Well, that was reassuring for a bit, but I took another look, and his movement was so slow and deliberate.

Now, I have had a bunch of gliders for awhile now, and I've raised a few joeys, but THIS just did NOT look like a sleepy glider waking up. He really seemed limp. So, I checked his skin for signs of dehydration, and he was "tenting", and I immediately got Dr. Tharp on the phone, and told him that we had just got home and one of the joeys did not seem well. I explained that his little nose and hands were pale-looking, and he was not very alert. I tried to give him just a dip of water with a syringe, and he took just enough to wet his tongue... but most of it went down his chest. I'd handfed my little AnnaBear, and I do not believe that anything went down the wrong way. There was no signs of anything like that, at all.

I called for John and he drove us to the vet's office right away while I held this little one in my hands (Andrea had thoughtfully warmed up a little blankie for him), and I held him and talked to him all the way to the vet's office. He decided he'd try to get out of his blankie, and he did manage to crawl out, and that was reassuring... He looked up at me, and he tried to walk around on my chest, but he was struggling, and I just cuddled him up in my hand and held him.

Once we got to the vet's office, he clearly looked like he was slipping further away. Dr. Tharp also checked for signs of dehydration, and he said he needed (forgive me if I spell this incorrectly) a lactated ringer and a blah blah blah - I was so worried about Thing 1, I didn't even clearly hear the second part... he showed me how to do this injection, and he prepared a second syringe for me to take home with me, in case he needed it later, since this was a weekend.

Cool... now, just before he got his shot, he turned and nipped Dr. Tharp right on the finger, at this point, I am thrilled, -- that's MY Thing 1, full of sass, and he ain't a gonna take this without a fight -- I was very hopeful...

But, while Dr. Tharp went to get that second syringe... Thing 1 took a gasp, and he shuddered... my heart started to break... I called for him, and I said, "Is this just a reaction to the shot, or is this the beginning of the end -- is there ANYTHING else that you can do?" Dr. Tharp said yes, and he went back in for another syringe. Again, I might get this word wrong, but it sounded like ep-uh-phen-ed-run (sorry, my attempt at phonetic spelling for what I THOUGHT I had heard). He seemd to move a bit, and I held him, because I know keeping them warm in times of stress is very important... then, he seemed to get very still.

I asked Dr. Tharp if this was just a little shock, or if he was passing, and he said I'd have to just hold him for a bit and wait and see... I held him close, I talked to him, I petted him, and kept him warm as I could... Dr. Tharp had done every single thing he could have done... but, just a few moments ago... here at the house, I knew he was gone... Thing 1 had passed and left us all.

I don't know what this was. He was fine this morning, just full of sass and spunk, just like I like my gliders (with attitude), and now, he's gone...

I know this may seem very strange, but I did take pictures of this little man. You can see his coat was very healthy. He weighed in at 46 grams, and he is approximately four weeks OOP. At this point, since I just found out his mother was pregnant, she may be stressing; so, I have decided to pull Thing 2 from his colony and handraise him. Since mommy is carrying twins, she probably just can't handle nursing right now. I just can't believe this. Thing 1 was fine one minute, and gone the next....

Goodbye, my little man, we did everything we could have thought to have done, and we will miss you so very much.

Goodbye, Thing 1

Monday, January 08, 2007

BarkFest 2007!

What a party we had here last night! Now, before any of you get offended that I hadn't invited you down, consider this: Yesterday, my sweetie did a deep-clean of all cages, and we moved the Kentucky gliders (a colony of seven) into a Suncoast cage with a huge Stealth wheel, ropes, etc, and they went CRAZY in there! I sure wish it weren't 3:00 in the morning, or I'd have been crazy enough to have tried to shoot a video of those gliders having themselves a grand ol' time! They were so excited and bounced around all over the place, and they barked, which triggered even more barking amongst my other babies... all of them. So, last night, had any of you been able to see this, you'd have either laughed yourselves silly, or sworn off owning a glider forever! The Sugi cage (my glider patriarch, his wives, and daughters) was not to be outdone, at all, and they tripled their activities with their Fisher-Price playset (an "Old MacDonald Had a Farm" barn - complete with ALL farm sound effects - meshing in, quite loudly, with a "bark bark here, and a bark bark there - and there - and there - and there and ---"

You get the idea!

To anyone who has never owned a Stealth Wheel... You have GOT TO HAVE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THESE FABULOUS WHEELS! They are "Kentucky Wildcat" APPROVED. I have to say that they are 100% PURE GLIDER APPROVED, regardless of your favored college teams!!

Still, I LOVE my gliders!!!


Sunday, January 07, 2007

We got the stuff, oh yeah! Watch us BENCHPRESS our BML!

OK, so you have met "the kids" - now - how about meeting the extended family? The mommy, daddy, and the rest of the gang...

Please forgive the camera angles. This video was shot with a Cingular 8125 SmartPhone in low-light conditions, and I had to shift positions a couple of times. The crabbing you hear in the background is Thing 1, who is angry that I had accidentally bumped his pouch.

This video was a temporary cage setup when I discovered the tiny joeys when I first got home; so, they needed a smaller "escape-proof" cage. Also, when bringing rescues home, the first week or two, it is highly recommended to put them on a straight BML Diet Plan so that they get all of their vitamins and proper nutrition. Each night, I noticed they'd clean the plate before I actually went to bed; so, I increased their food each night (since we had a nursing mother in there). After about three days, and 10 cubes per night, it was time to move them onto the full diet... these kids were ravenous.

Now, I don't like using water bowls, AT ALL, but I did, in this case, because I wasn't sure if they knew how to use a water bottle. I have them acclimated now to their new cage, and we are using the side-feeders and water bottles supplied from Suncoast Sugar Gliders. I love their products!!

Sleepy babies!!

Wow, such a long time since my last update, but I have had a few major life-changing events here, and things just "stopped cold" in December. Just last month, I brought in some little gliders who needed a home, ASAP, and I've been getting them settled in to their new home. I was quite surprised when I had heard there were only four, but when I opened their sleepy-sack, there were actually seven! Five adults: two intact males, who will need to be neutered as soon as I can manage it, three females, and two little joeys that I estimate to be about three weeks OOP (out-of-pouch).

Here is a short video of my two twin boys (that I had mistakenly believed were little girls)! Oh dear... I do need to review my glider physiology! Thanks to Cyndiekb of Suggie Rescue Resources who "corrected me" and to Bourbon of All4Gliders who helped me estimate their age... those two gals and their support and encouragement in taking in seven little rescues has been totally invaluable.

So, here we are... let's meet our "boys": Thing 1 and Thing 2!

Thing 1Thing 1 is an active and assertive little fellow, and he "loved to holler and complain" when we first began to handle him. As you can see in the above video, both are very easily handled... although, Thing 1 loves to explore. He is certainly the more active of the two.

Thing 2Thing 2, from the get-go, was always the "strong but silent type" and he loves cuddling. I'm not sure if it is obvious here, but he actually fell asleep in my hand, while his brother was zooming along, all over me.

The surprise of the day was this: when I went to place the boys back in with their colony, "Mommy" met them at the door to check them out, and I could almost swear that I saw "two peanuts" - if this is true... she is pregnant again. Uh oh!