Francie Mae
Member
- Feb 22, 2025
- 40
- 18
- Parrots
- Bare-eyed cockatoo
hey guys. terrible news. not sure how to describe what I’m feeling.
i was going out the back door like i always do. he tried to fly on my shoulder. i put him back and went to go out the back door again. he’s scared of the back door because there’s a big fan that blows when it opens to keep bugs out, but i still don’t open it widely because i know he can fly. his wings were supposed to get trimmed this weekend + harness training. he flew out. i don’t know how i could’ve been so stupid; i didn’t leave the door open wide but he got through. i shouldve walked out the door waving my arm around or something so he wouldn’t try to land on me. i didn’t waste any time and i got on the roof barefoot and in underwear. i called for him. we all did. he cried out in response but just kept circling, going higher. two hawks showed up because of course they did. they chased him. he was screaming. we lost sight of him. i went out looking while my parents drove around calling for him, talking to neighbors. one neighbor said they saw two hawks take a white bird into a tree. there’s no way we could get up there even if we called the fire station or something. i still want to try to ask them but my parents said they wouldn’t help us.
he was my baby. he is my baby. this has all happened in the span of the last hour and a half. he was supposed to be with me for the rest of my life. i love him so, so much. i can’t stop screaming and crying and i needed a place to talk about it because I have no idea what to do with this grief. this can’t be happening. his feathers are scattered through the house. there’s a rubber band on the floor that he destroyed. i hear my dad moving his cage because i can’t look at it without sobbing.
he’s gone. my baby is gone and I don’t even have a body to bury. i’m so, so sorry. i’m so sorry, grim.
i was going out the back door like i always do. he tried to fly on my shoulder. i put him back and went to go out the back door again. he’s scared of the back door because there’s a big fan that blows when it opens to keep bugs out, but i still don’t open it widely because i know he can fly. his wings were supposed to get trimmed this weekend + harness training. he flew out. i don’t know how i could’ve been so stupid; i didn’t leave the door open wide but he got through. i shouldve walked out the door waving my arm around or something so he wouldn’t try to land on me. i didn’t waste any time and i got on the roof barefoot and in underwear. i called for him. we all did. he cried out in response but just kept circling, going higher. two hawks showed up because of course they did. they chased him. he was screaming. we lost sight of him. i went out looking while my parents drove around calling for him, talking to neighbors. one neighbor said they saw two hawks take a white bird into a tree. there’s no way we could get up there even if we called the fire station or something. i still want to try to ask them but my parents said they wouldn’t help us.
he was my baby. he is my baby. this has all happened in the span of the last hour and a half. he was supposed to be with me for the rest of my life. i love him so, so much. i can’t stop screaming and crying and i needed a place to talk about it because I have no idea what to do with this grief. this can’t be happening. his feathers are scattered through the house. there’s a rubber band on the floor that he destroyed. i hear my dad moving his cage because i can’t look at it without sobbing.
he’s gone. my baby is gone and I don’t even have a body to bury. i’m so, so sorry. i’m so sorry, grim.