Well it would be my favourite boy. Harry, who usually comes dashing up to me for a cuddle, is not himself. He's lost some weight, has a paler comb and wattles and comb is dry looking too. He's still eating (has a garden blend by Bearts and very eager for mealworms today) and drinking and is currently being wormed plus has antibiotics in his water. Absolutely zero parasites on him and none in his nightime enclosure which is simply meshed panels with a perch and a tarp roof. Nowhere for nasties to hide! No gaping or obvious discomfort. No injuries. His crop is nice and squishy. He's just not right, keeping himself in mostly one safe spot all day until I pick him up and put him to bed. He lives with three other boys, his sons, who used to defer to him but are now squabbling for hierarchy. Don't know what else to do but heartbroken at the thought of losing him. He's around five years old.