She loved it of course, birds are meant to fly. Well after thinking I could be extremely careful she still managed to get out the door and a chicken hawk immediately went after her in the trees. It was also pouring raining out at the time so all I saw was the hawk after her and both flying into one of the many trees on the other side of the street. I've spent hours looking for her, but she's a small green parrot and there are hundreds of trees. I'm 99 percent sure the hawk got her, the other 1 percent is holding out hope for some kind of miracle. I'm devastated and hate myself. Of course when I told my husband and kids, the first thing they said is I told you not to let her fly. Well what's done is done and I suck. Dont even know what to do other than cry