Posted 03-24-2004 at 18:01:20
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Nope, this isn't about the chickens this time. This is about a dumb human, and a stubborn bird with an attitude. The first, being myself, the latter my cockateil.
Today it was a lovely 70 something degrees. I put the tomato plants out on the picnic table, the finches out on the front porch, and Sasha, the cockateil, out on the front porch. I usually don't put her out, but it was so nice today, and I was spending the day outside so I thought I would let her enjoy the day also.
She sang and screamed all day, mostly screamed. I think she wasn't used to being outside, so it was a little different for her, and I figured she would get used to it as the day went by. I let the chickens out this afternoon, and decided to go get Sasha and take her intot he back yard with me. First, I thought I would get her and take her in for a quick wing trimming, since about 4 of her outermost feathers were grown out, and she had SOME flight. How wrong I was about THAT, "some".
I took her out on my finger, and POOF! FLAP! FLAP! flap, flap, and away she went. Thinking she would just land on the grass next door, since she wasn't used to flying long distances, I started towards the neighbors, and looked up and she was still going! Around the corner of the neighbors house she went, up, up and away! I start into a run, I am barefoot mind you, in my old yard shorts and shirt, yelling "SASHA!!!" all the while. I had a pink bandana in my hair, like a headband, to keep my hair back while I was working in the yard. What a sight. I get to the other side of their driveway, and OUCH OUCH OUCH!!!!! Guess they don't rake up EVER on that side of the drive! Pinecone pieces jabbed into my tender winterized feet like shards of glass.
So, I quickly ran back to the house, slipped on my yard shoes, which I should have had on anyway, and ran back next door, as the neighbor is pulling up in his driveway from work. He keeps his gate locked all the time, so I had to tell him the story, quickly, and he unlocked the gate, and we went back. Well...he has bamboo and all kinds of goodies growing tall back there, its like a jungle, they NEVER go back there, I MEAN a JUNGLE! I probably have poison ivy now, who knows. So he is helping me look, I am calling to this stupid bird, whistling, trying to get her to talk back, quiet as a mouse, except for the constant barking of theeir next door neighbors chained up dog, barking its head off, not to mention the new puppy tied to the tree that whines and moans all day. Why??? WHY????
So anyway, no Sasha. I am sure I am never gonna see that dam bird again. I go back to the back yard, tell Shelby to get in the house, I am not in the mood for anything or anybody, I just want to be left alone. So, there I sit, on my green stool, waiting to hear something, anything. A few minutes passed by, and then.....
SCREEEEE! SCRAWWWW! SCREAAAAAAAWWWWW!
Somebody or something has found her, and she has made it into a back yard somewhere on the street behind us.
I run to the back door, holler for Shelby to come wath the chickens, and snatch up the keys, hop in the truck and tear off down the road to the next street. I must have looked a fright, but I didn't care at the moment. I knocked on the peoples door with the doberman and the dalmation. He checked out back, no carnage, and he didn't have a clue what I was talking about. Then, the blinds next door shuffled in the window. I told the man thanks anyway, and was going to go over to the house to see if maybe they had picked up the bird, and low and behold, a lady and about five kids came out of the house, th oldest holding Sasha firmly so she couldn't escape again. She was smiling as she said "Did you lose your bird?" I said "YES! OH GOD BLESS YOU AND YOURS!" I said it again and again. Told them thankyou SO much. THey said their dog was about to get it and they got her away from their dog.
I put the silly bird in the truck, and took a look at her to make sure she wasnt bleeding or hurt. Other than a few feathers being turned upwards on her chest, she seemed fine. Apparently, she knew she had messed up, cause she wanted to sit right next to me on the way home.
I got her home, and trimmed those wings right then. Amazing what four little grown out feathers can do for a bird! She knew, as she always knows after a wing trimming, she was earthbound. She doesn't even try to fly after a trimming. I took her outside and let her out in the grass, like originally intended.
What an afternoon. I never thought I would see that bird again. Shelby was upset, Ian was indifferent. He seems to be in a zombie state these days.
I am going to have to do something special for that family. I am more attached to that silly bird than I thought. So, what should I do for this family? Y'all give me some suggestions. I am, without a doubt getting them a thankyou card, but I don't have a lot of money, so what else should I do? Ideas Please!!! :)