Well I spent most of the day at work writing emails, posting on tons of facebook pages, searching every lost pet forum and website out there, contacting MANY more newspapers and he was on TV this entire week. I had another station coming Monday to do a filming about him an put a story on the air about him. I got such bad news from the Doc yesterday about a mass he found on my bowels and was so depressed today. It was just not a good time for me at all.
I was about to leave work and my friend that discovered the parrot in her yard called my cell and said she found the parrots owner and wanted to know if I wanted the phone number. She was at a store near her house and there was a poster with the bird on it. She said she would not give me the number if I did not want it. I told her I had to call and got the number. I called and the woman was very nice. She described the breed, sex, that it had a leg band, the age and most of its vocabulary. She said the friend that gave it to her 8 years ago had the leg band number written down an she could get it and call me. I told her there was no use and she asked if he was dead.
Through tears I told her he was fine and that it was her bird for sure. She told me that he called dogs, meowed like a cat, asked questions like "what are you doing?" and his name was Max. She told me more things about him and I knew it was him. But in my mind I was thinking if he is not happy to see her, she may have to take me to court. I gave her the address and she showed up.
I got to my daughter's and said well Mr....I just found out your name is Max! He perked up and started chattering. I told him I found out all kinds of things about him and his Mama was on her way to get him. He got on my shoulder and I swear it was like he knew. He started pruning himself and talking and chattering like crazy, kissing me all over and grooming me. He was on my shoulder standing in front of the door looking outside. She pulled into the driveway and he saw her van. He screamed VERY loud and looked so closely at the vehicle. She got out and he was trembling. He started screaming over and over as she walked through the yard and flapping his wings. When she walked in there was no mistaking it. He jumped at her and she flipped him upside down and held him like a baby and kissed him all over. He was kissing and loving back and so happy. He sat on her shoulder as she told us what happened and then he came to each of us and kissed is all goodbye. She walked out the door with him in her hand and he cuddled up next to her and was placed in a cage in the vehicle.
She said he has 3-4 cages at home and actually has his own bedroom. She has had him 8 years and her friend who gave him to her had him 3 years. He was in one of his cages on the porch and it was about to storm. She knew he was scared of storms so she was taking him back inside. Lightening struck nearby, she dropped the cage, he got scared, it busted open, he bolted into a neighbors tree. The lightening and thunder scared him to death and he just started flying and there was nothing she could do but look for him for weeks and cry. She figured a neighbors dog had killed him. I told her his beak needs trimmed and she said she has a thing to trim it and it makes him real mad. She was planning to trim it that weekend.
She said the previous owner had him years ago and he was in a screened in porch, chewed a hole in the screen and got out, but they found him that day. Strange thing is, we ran across that ad on the internet and blew it off because it was 2004. His name was listed as Max and Amanda went into the room and called him that....we should have known when he perked up and started chattering. But we had no clue the missing parrot in 2004 was the same one! He was missing this time for 2 days when I found him.
She offered to reimburse us and we said no. She has bees and gets honey and said she plans to bring us honey when they rob the hives. She also said I can come and visit him any time I want and if she ever needs a sitter, she will call me.
I feel good about turning him over to her and there were tears for sure.
I want to thank everyone on these forums for your kindness and wisdom. I have no intention to get a bird of my own. We live without electricity and it is just not a good match. Besides that, I foster a lot of different animals as I stated before. I always end up with some stray for awhile or a wild animal that needs rehabilitation. I think that is actually my calling. If I was rich, I know I would have a no kill shelter. lol Maybe that is why I am not rich. I am here to love them, show them they are safe and care for them until they are reunited or able to make it in the wild on their own.
I would not have missed this experience for the world though and am grateful we had him these few weeks and could give him a safe home.
Thank you all so much and I am glad this had a happy ending!