I really hope you get Bobby back Rosie. You two will be in my thoughts. *hugs*

 

Aww, I'm so glad you got Willow back! I hope Bobby comes back, too...

 

When I started reading this thread I was like Oh NOO thats so sad , and then I read that you found her! That is so great and Williow looks like a lovely cockatiel!
Congrats!

 

hooray...
i somehow knew she would turn up...
from my first hand experience i have heard of many people loosing birds, i have never known a budgie to come home (i have seen them found and caught again, but never come back by themselves)
i have only ever known of a single large parrot who was found when he was lost, but unfortunately if most people find a thousand dollar parrot, they dont want to give it back.
but tiels on the other hand, the ones that are sorta wildish i have never seen return, but the hand tamed ones always seem to find bird lover people...(not that they always get given back though)
i work part time in a local pet shop, and the amount of hand tame tiels that get brought in, then half an hour later the owner comes in franticly looking for them...
hehe you managed to get to Willow before anyone had the chance to find and catch her
it is all very lucky!

 

Sunny got out too one dramatic summers day. (LONG POST!)

I had him on my shoulder and I went to let the dog out. I barley opened the door and WOOSH! out went Sunny. I ran out, paniced, screaming, and searching the sky for him. He did two rounds around the apartment complex we used to live at, chriping like mad until he landed on top of a roof. I frantically tried coaxing him down with treats and wistling the cat call that we taut him. My brother woke up, came outside and started telling me I was in big trouble ( what a big help that was ) . I had no choice but to call my mom who knawed my ear off over the phone. My parents came home from shopping, telling me I was done for after Sunny was retreaved. My brother managed to throw a rock to spook him off the house. He flew so high that he was a tinny chriping speck in the distance. We ran hysterically after him, still in our pajamas, trying to follow him through humongous neighborhoods to no avail. Me and my brother trecked a total of 3 neighborhoods until we heard his familiar chirp off in the distance next to a drainage pound. After mocking his chrip for an hour he finally answered and we pin-pointed his location IN THE TALLEST FRIGAN TREE of the apartment complex. My mom ran to get the binoculars and I rushed to lug his heavy cage back to the tree. My parents ordered us to stay at the tree and watch him so they could drive 45 minutes out to the house we were building to get a long, retractable ladder. Me and my brother brought snacks, towels, books, games, ect. to keep ourselves busy. We ended up camping out there for 6 hours until my parents finally came back from working on the house. The sun was setting, so we had to hurry. It was up to my dad to set up the ladder that STILL wasnt tall enough to reach him. Sunny looked exactly like the leaves of the tree so it was hard finding the right spot to set up the ladder. We needed something to spook him out with (we had no nets available to us) so my brother suggested a basketball.The basketball was to hard to throw streight up in the air that far, so we resorted to a football. After many throw-and-miss shots, my dad finally threw the football up next to Sunny. That scared the crap out of him, wich sent Sunny into another high-alltitude cricle in the sky. Thankfully he flew back to a smaller and easier to climb tree next to the monster tree he was previously in. We all watched Sunny as my dad ran back to get something to contain Sunny with. He came bak with a Walmart plastic bag:blink:. He then stuffed that in his pants and chimmied up the tree while we all prayed that he wouldnt fall and cheered him on. My dad got to were Sunny was and calmly asked Sunny to step up. My dad told us Sunny demanded to have his head scratched, and stepped right onto his hand. My dad gentley put him in the bag (we could hear his squawks of protest) and slowly climbed back to the ground. We all cheered, so happy that after a long, dramatic day we finally had Sunny-bunners home. We packed up all of our geer, brought it all back home and got Sunny's wings trimed a few days after the fiasco. I do admit it was my fault, but I am so thankfull we got him back. He could have flown two counties over, and he surely would have died if we didnt get him. Accidents do happen, and we learn from them. I know how it feels to loose somthing prescious to you and the fear that you will never see it again.
Woo, that was a lot of typing. So theres my lost bird story. I am so happy you got your Willow back.

 

WOW! What a journey both you, your family and Sunny had. I was hooked to the story. And once they are out, they don't stop. They probably get very disorientated confused, and they can't navigate from up above so you have to try to watch their every move. Thanks for sharing your amazing story.

Also, thankyou everyone else for your lovely comments.

 

Wow, I am so glad you got Sunny back. That must have been scary!

Rosie, I really hope you get Bobby back.

 

Thanks, guys. I forgot to add that my mom saw a fire truck across the street and went into the diner to try and get them to help. They refused, saying that they "dont do lost birds." You wouldnt beleive how much that POed my mom.

 

That kind of thing makes my blood boil! They could have at least helped you. Grrrrrr!

Rosie, I really hope you get Bobby back.

Thanks,so do I. The RSPCA finally picked up the phone. All the vets nearby know, there is flyers up, his cage is outside with food in. There's not much more I can do apart from wait.

 

Well that isn't nice of them. I mean, they are right there, I suppose they're off duty cause they're in a diner, and they won't help you? They are supposed to help the community, whether you a person or a bird.

 

It's a pain the fire men wouldn't help, they're painted as such heroes in the media and stuff that you would think they would've volunteered to help. I'm glad you got Sunny back though.

 

Maybe you could post on www.911parrotalert.com ? If you haven't already

good luck!

 

Thanks, I might try that. The site looks quite American though, but I could try.

 

911 PARROT ALERT is an international initiative dedicated to helping reunite Lost, Stolen and Found parrots & birds with their families

I think its international..or at least it says so...

 

Thanks - I've just sent them a lost bird form.

 

I am so glad to hear that you got her back, that was so lucky

 

Now you just have to find Bobby. Let's hope you get lucky twice...*fingers crossed*

 

I just made the birds are out posters please don't let them escape. I got one for each side of the doors. They have photos of my birds on them. I want to get them laminated so they can be put on the doors, when the birds are out. Better safe than sorry I say

 

That's a good idea. When I lived with my parents I did the same thing.

 

Good luck finding Bobby & hope he comes back soon!