PickleMeDickles
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- May 17, 2015
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- Parrots
- SassyByrd (DYH Amazon) JoJo (GCC) Betty (GCC) DEARLY LOVED fids lost to Ć¢ā¬ÅTeflon DisasterĆ¢ā¬ļæ½ 12/17 RIP Pickles (GC),RIP Winston (Sun), RIP Lady PLEASE TAKE 5 MINUTES &TOSS OUT ALL YOUR TEFLON NOW!
Yesterday started off like any other. About 9 am I had SassyByrd on her play tree and I had turned around to go jerryrig a toy for her in the laundry room. Well in there my husband called for assistance in another room. I left the laundry room to help him, walked by Sass, helped hubby, and returned to the laundry room. I quickly put the toy together and turned around to give it to her and she was gone. While putting the toy together I had noted that the tiny laundry room window was open with the screen off. Our housekeeper must have opened it and forgot to shut it (this is so atypical of her, she is normally the most careful person I know). I swiped it shut and didnāt even think about it at that second.
As soon as I saw the empty perch my stomach just dropped, somehow I just knew she was gone. But the only way she could have awolād is through this very tiny window. When I call her she ALWAYS answers and the only answer we got was devastating silence. And she would have had to tuck and roll to get out the window. Could it really be! I felt like I was wading the thick soupy fog of a nightmare!
We are on 3 acres of heavily treed property with trees surrounding us. I was outside all hysterical trying to stay calm so I wouldnāt scare her. The only thing I could picture was how scared she must be. I have only been that upset and helpless on 2 other occasions. Hubby was so incredulous he was still searching the house, thinking she must have hit the window and been knocked unconscious. She is not a strong flier (and even worse at steering) and the window so tiny. She couldnāt have gotten out without really tucking her wings. He finally came outside to help look for her. We were notifying the neighbors, wheeling all her stuff out so she could see it, searching everywhere, calling for her.
Now, Iām not a big supernatural fan. Weird stuff happens but there is usually a rational reason. But, like on the other 2 occasions, a little voice spoke to me. I had told my hubby I was going to place alerts on the neighborhood app and animal control and I was briskly walking towards the house when it felt like someone physically stopped me and told me to go look at the trees along the street. Hubby was even asking what I was doing (I had made a sharp u turn) and I couldnāt even find the words to explain it to him. I arrived at the tree line and called her by name. Nothing. Then the same āforceā compelled me to call āHazelā in SassyByrdās voice (Hazel is our Kelpie dog who Sass loves). I was so calm and not at all surprised when I heard āHAZELā at the very top of my little birds lungs. And she wasnāt 5 feet from me sitting on a tree like the stupid branch was her throne.
Hubby kept her company while I went to get her transfer stick, she stepped up like a pro, but ran down the stick to cuddle under my chin and told me all about her adventure, making sure to express her displeasure at being left out for a whole hour! I can not describe how unexpected this whole situation was. How fast it happened. How very very lucky we all were. To all those who have lost a bird in a similar manner, my heart breaks for you! Just one hour of her missing and the pain, and guilt, were just all encompassing. And that weird feeling? The last time I had it was 18 years ago when my 2 year old daughter swiped my keys, opened my truck to get her teddy bear & passed out from the heat (it was over 100 degrees). She was fine but the ambulance guys said a few more minutes and there could have been possible brain damage. The truck was the last place I āshouldā have looked but that little voice told me exactly where she was.
Funny thing is, we went to hubbyās amputee support group later in the day. They gave each person one ticket and threw all 50 tickets in a bowl and shook them up. Then ended up drawing all 50, hubby drew up 49th and I was 50th. We had a good laugh at it knowing we had used up every spare piece of luck earlier that day in the most special of ways. Iām holding my baby just a little tighter tonight.
As soon as I saw the empty perch my stomach just dropped, somehow I just knew she was gone. But the only way she could have awolād is through this very tiny window. When I call her she ALWAYS answers and the only answer we got was devastating silence. And she would have had to tuck and roll to get out the window. Could it really be! I felt like I was wading the thick soupy fog of a nightmare!
We are on 3 acres of heavily treed property with trees surrounding us. I was outside all hysterical trying to stay calm so I wouldnāt scare her. The only thing I could picture was how scared she must be. I have only been that upset and helpless on 2 other occasions. Hubby was so incredulous he was still searching the house, thinking she must have hit the window and been knocked unconscious. She is not a strong flier (and even worse at steering) and the window so tiny. She couldnāt have gotten out without really tucking her wings. He finally came outside to help look for her. We were notifying the neighbors, wheeling all her stuff out so she could see it, searching everywhere, calling for her.
Now, Iām not a big supernatural fan. Weird stuff happens but there is usually a rational reason. But, like on the other 2 occasions, a little voice spoke to me. I had told my hubby I was going to place alerts on the neighborhood app and animal control and I was briskly walking towards the house when it felt like someone physically stopped me and told me to go look at the trees along the street. Hubby was even asking what I was doing (I had made a sharp u turn) and I couldnāt even find the words to explain it to him. I arrived at the tree line and called her by name. Nothing. Then the same āforceā compelled me to call āHazelā in SassyByrdās voice (Hazel is our Kelpie dog who Sass loves). I was so calm and not at all surprised when I heard āHAZELā at the very top of my little birds lungs. And she wasnāt 5 feet from me sitting on a tree like the stupid branch was her throne.
Hubby kept her company while I went to get her transfer stick, she stepped up like a pro, but ran down the stick to cuddle under my chin and told me all about her adventure, making sure to express her displeasure at being left out for a whole hour! I can not describe how unexpected this whole situation was. How fast it happened. How very very lucky we all were. To all those who have lost a bird in a similar manner, my heart breaks for you! Just one hour of her missing and the pain, and guilt, were just all encompassing. And that weird feeling? The last time I had it was 18 years ago when my 2 year old daughter swiped my keys, opened my truck to get her teddy bear & passed out from the heat (it was over 100 degrees). She was fine but the ambulance guys said a few more minutes and there could have been possible brain damage. The truck was the last place I āshouldā have looked but that little voice told me exactly where she was.
Funny thing is, we went to hubbyās amputee support group later in the day. They gave each person one ticket and threw all 50 tickets in a bowl and shook them up. Then ended up drawing all 50, hubby drew up 49th and I was 50th. We had a good laugh at it knowing we had used up every spare piece of luck earlier that day in the most special of ways. Iām holding my baby just a little tighter tonight.