On Tuesday May 8th my wife and I pulled into the drive way and started unloading groceries from the car. We heard a strange chirping and I recognized it as a parakeet. After some searching we spotted the little fellow about 75 feet up our front yard tree.
After much coaxing I realized there was no way I would be able to catch this feathered escapee. I said a little prayer asking that this parakeet be safe and healthy and that if he needed help to come back to me. (Yes, it is a little boy and yes I actually did ask this of a bird - keep reading) I went on with my day as usual but the thought of that poor little guy and all the odds he was against (predation, starvation, dehydration, climate, etc) just kept pecking at the back of my mind.
One week later Asher and I were coming back from lunch and for some odd reason, maybe a change of scenery or fate, decided to take a different route. As we were walking through the hospital court yard I heard a familiar tweet and before that sound could register I saw a streak of blue out of the corner of my eye. There on the ground, a few steps in front of me, was that very same parakeet! This couldn't be, I thought to myself. As I observed him I could tell he was starving, dehydrated and overheating. He was not in good shape by any means which is probably why he was so easy to catch. So, anyways, I brought him home, attended to his basic needs, and he is thriving now!
We are calling him "Silent" Bob.......for now... :) because he has yet to tweet. We live in the Portland area if anyone would like to adopt this handsome fellow.