No sign of Kizzy. I can't begin to tell you how awful I feel. I'm so drained from looking and not finding. No sign. No sighting I'm completely convinced was real.
I'm so tired. I suffer from a cadre of disabling illnesses and I have no energy. Please keep looking for her. I've offered a $1,000 reward for her safe return, which is all I can afford at this time. If I could, I'd pay almost anything to get her back.
Many years ago, before the Internet, I used to clip out any classified ads reporting lost birds and put them in the back of a photo album. Not long before Kizzy disappeared, I found that photo album and reminisced about lost birds I'd looked for. Most of the owners of those birds never knew I had been driving around listening for their birds. Most of these people never saw their birds again, but some did.
Because I was a well-known small breeder, locals would call me if they found a bird. I helped reunite a Senegal with his family. He'd been missing for weeks. I can't remember exactly how long, but he was a hand-raised bird with no experience surviving in the wild. Still, he lived that entire time and wasn't even skinny. Another lady I met more recently said she'd lost an African grey and had heard the bird's calls for three weeks. She was never able to retrieve him, but it highlights the fact that pet birds sometimes survive for long periods of time in this area.
It's possible Kizzy is alive and living in forested areas. A few days ago, a lady living on Chukar Circle said the acorn woodpeckers were harassing a strange bird about Kizzy's size. She hadn't heard Kizzy was missing and still thought the bird was someone's pet. I went out there for two days, calling. There's a creek. There are lots of low areas covered in blackberry brambles and feral cats. There are dried blackberries on the vine: thousands and thousands of them. There could also be grapes, acorns, who knows what. Most of me doubts Kizzy is alive, but if she is, there's a relatively small section of forest where she could find food. I wish I could pay someone to go out there every day and look for her, but by now she could be long gone, vanished into the
real forest where there are no people for miles and miles. I hate the thought she might be waiting for me to rescue her.
I live in an area of the foothills which tends to be covered in oaks in areas that are uncut. A fifteen-minute drive east lands you in an alpine forest. It gets colder as you travel east. I don't think it's dipped below freezing here, but it's much colder outside than what she was used to. It's been mild enough she might have survived.
I'm going to post the coordinates of the thin band of forest where Kizzy may have been spotted in hopes someone can help. I'll also post a YouTube video of my voice doing our special contact call (peekaboo) and using some of our words. She should respond in some fashion and if someone lays eyes on her, I might be able to get her down. The biggest problem is--if she's alive out there--she's being harassed by scrub jays, acorn woodpeckers and other territorial birds. She's probably terrified of the ravens and hawks.
First, my video on a playlist. You can click the "loop" button to play it over and over. Silence is interspersed so you can listen. [ame="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lV6HqoUJZZw&list=PLytpGUQoPxT-ZcZ8q-RFI0AqH56d4em2d"]REWARD for LOST PARROT! NO QUESTIONS ASKED! USE AUDIO FROM THIS VIDEO TO CALL HER; SEE DESCRIPTION - YouTube[/ame]
Secondly, here is a map. Be sure to turn on "satellite." The thin forest that abuts Chukar Drive snakes southwest and is not very far from my apartment. There's another section of forest above it where she might have ventured. Of course, she could be completely out of the area, but there is food in that little thin snake of forest and the lady who may have heard her and saw her briefly said she was there at night and again the next morning.
Here. You can adjust the zoom to see the entire strip of forest. IF Kizzy has figured out she can eat dried blackberries, she has enough to eat.
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Q...b5469f749d0ee!8m2!3d37.9896542!4d-120.3653955
If you can't look physically (and I know I'm probably asking the impossible), please keep an eye out online for someone trying to sell her. The markings on her head are very distinct...or at least they will be until her first molt. I could probably recognize her even after the markings change. For now, she has a green "mask" around her eyes. You've seen the videos and the pictures. She's a little standoffish around strangers, but she's been out in her Pak-o-Bird often enough that she's not terrified of them. I'm afraid she's living a terrified life and she's waiting for me to come pick her up. I'm equally terrified someone decided to keep her. She's personable and endearing, but when she develops behavioral problems, who knows what will happen to her? Amazons are always pushing the envelope.
I'm disabled enough that I use a handicapped placard in situations where I may have to walk a long way. Yes, I
can walk, but I experience a lot of pain from a herniated disc in my back as well as pain from fibromyalgia. The diabetes and other illnesses have destroyed my stamina.
My heart is broken. Kizzy was my reason for getting up in the mornings and now I'm alone. My mother cares and we love each other, but she and I are so different we can't be ourselves around one another. It's exhausting trying to be the person she wants me to be. I'm sure it's exhausting for her to keep the peace as well. Kizzy was the one thing we agreed on, the one thing we had in common. Her absence has already caused rifts.
Also, Kizzy didn't care if I swore or didn't believe the way my entire family believes. She accepted me the way I am. She was the only person in my life who loved me in that way. Now I'm emotionally alone. Crazy timing, but my counselor quit the day before the accident that let Kizzy out the door. The clinic where she worked has treated me abominably.
My mother wants me to get a cat. I don't want a cat and I'm not going to "replace" Kizzy because she's irreplaceable. I don't want another bird. I want Kizzy, my family member, to come home.
If you are able to help in any way, I appreciate it.
I know there's very little hope I will see Kizzy again. It hurts so bad I don't think I can even describe it.
