Calling your Lost Parrot Home
You can't see a fully flighted sky-blue jet fighter parrot flying through a blue sky. And when that sky blue fighter pilot parrot is the size of a banana, you'll be working hard to spy him in a tree bursting with new Spring growth. The only tracking device you are left with is the flock call.A flock call will do multiple jobs at once. It's the Swiss Army Knife of parrot communication. Our flock calls told Kirby, our IRN, we were there, we were looking for him, and we were not far away. The banana in my hand would let him know we came with offerings of good taste.
And then Kirby called back. "KirBEEE!!!"
We found him! He was in a tree right behind our standing neighbor, lakeside. I stormed the other neighbor's fence gate and went into their backyard, I almost fell off their dock into the lake once, I almost fell into their pool twice. Finding line of sight was imperative. We called, he called back. It's hard to see a little blue bird 25 feet up in a tree full of spring growth, but we heard him. We triangulated the tree and looked for the happy voice coming from it.
You're in the parrot's lifestyle, NOT a human lifestyle.
I laughed quite a bit because that bird had zero worries and it was obvious, he had no intention of going anywhere. We were there. He liked it up there. And we brought snacks! The snack bit wasn't going to play for the humans in the long run. He and the rest of the flock had breakfast with dad earlier. Scrambled eggs and jelly toast. He was a fully fueled blue fighter pilot.
Michelle shared the store with you before, but our GCC conure escaped out an open door. We walked the neighborhood flock-calling for her for hours until we lost the light.
I started again early the next morning, but I took her best friend, an Amazon named Woz, with me in a travel cage in a wagon as I walked around the neighborhood calling. This time, Wozzie helped, too. And our Baby Bird finally called back! I triangulated and found her in a tall oak in a neighbor’s back yard. She was tired and unwilling or unable to fly down, so my nephew climbed up to her, and she climbed down to him.
She ride home in the wagon in the travel cage with Woz. I’ve rarely been more relieved. Losing her would have been too much… So maybe Fate, the Universe, our Baby Bird, or Whatever was looking out for us…
I miss your KirbyKirby, too… but I am so grateful for the time and love you had with him and all the lessons you share with us.
That brings back memories and one lesson. I never clip my birds they all are fully flighted. years ago I had a sun conure named Dazzle. I forgot he was riding on my shoulder as he often did and opened the garage door and he was off! Problem was he flew wonderfully but I had never taught him “down” . He flew in circles above me round and round. I was considering climbing a tree but I wasn’t able. long story short he flew until he fell out of the sky at my feet. I picked him up sure he was dead but no just exhausted. I think I cradled and cried with that bird for hours. Talk about guilt. He lived his life happily but no longer would he go anywhere near a door to the outside. My African Grey a few years ago also took advantage of a door that didn’t close as I carried laundry. Shortly my dogs and Great Dane and Greater Swiss Mountain dog who knew the birds are family came to me very concerned and let me to a corner of the yard where there was Kizzy scaling the chain link and saying “its ok” “its fine”. I was so afraid he would fly because now I live in rural Alabama and he would be targeted as lunch. I reminded myself to be calm walked over and ask him to step up, greeted him. He stepped up and I put my hand on his back and took him in , his heart was beating so fast I was afraid he would have a heart attack. Same result no interest in going anywhere near that outside world again.
Loved the way you got Kirby back. Agree on keeping birds fully flighted. Also think people need to be careful about making sure their birds do not get out by mistake. Agree with your method of getting your bird back.