Well, we emptied Bowie's cage so that she couldn't bump into anything, held a box over the gap where the food bowl goes and got her into it. She squawked all the way to the vets, and all the way back for that matter.
I explained to the vet that although Bowie is very finger friendly and will step up happily, she's not used to being held so I thought that she might bite. Sure enough Bowie bit the vet who then let go of her and she flew around the surgery. I asked her to step up which she did, but she wasn't having any truck with the vet, eventually I suggested that the towel be laid on the table, and I put her gently onto it and the vet quickly wrapped her up in it. She bit me a fair bit, but not nasty bites, and the vet quickly got the job done. It was less stressful than I thought it would be, but the vet did draw blood on one nail and had to dab it with antiseptic. It didn't bleed for long.
The vet suggested covering Bowie's cage for the afternoon and keeping her quiet, but I know that this would have freaked her out since I don't normally cover her at bedtime. Within five minutes of getting home, she was out, sitting on her birdy gym and playing with all her toys as if nothing was amiss. Good ol' Bowie hadn't let it phase her at all. The best thing is that its only strengthened our bond as she is happy to come to me still. It would have been horrible if she had developed a mistrust of me over this. I will post a pic tomorrow as I am aware I haven't been photographing much lately.
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