I went home over lunch to pick up some library books for my trip to Canada. As soon as I walked in the house, I knew something wasn't right. I slowly looked around and then realized that the bird cage was missing. I found it open in two pieces with litter and birdseed scattered about on the floor. I quickly began my search for the birds and found feathers on the floor. I followed the trail of feathers down the hall and up the stairs at which point I made Michael go check my bed for a dead bird. I don't think I could handle that. We walked through the house a couple of times but couldn't find anything other than the first trail of feathers.
Michael started cleaning up the mess the birdcage made while I walked around with his phone playing YouTube videos of parakeet noises. During this time, Michael found the female tucked in a corner under some packing paper. She was spooked, but we got her in the cage and inspected her. She seemed untouched. About 10 min later, we found the male hidden underneath two computer game boxes that had fallen to form a little tent. He wasn't so lucky. While alive, he did have small gash on his body under his wing. We got him into the cage and he hopped around from perch to perch so he didn't seem too injured. We will just have to wait and see what happens. In the meantime, the birds are going to be kept in a cat free environment for the next week to allow them some time to calm down and heal.
During this whole time, the cats had been locked in the porch. Little Kitty was sitting outside the door meowing to be let in and as soon as we opened the door she dashed in. Kerrigan was the opposite, acting extremely guilty. On the porch she sat as far from the door as possible. When we open the door, she slunk towards it and when Michael reached for her she shied away. Even when she finally came in, she walked with her head down and was very skittish. She is the hunter and probably was the one who injured the male bird.
Now I have to find a new place for the cage. I have had the cage in its current spot for about 6 months. I am not sure where to put it.
Michael started cleaning up the mess the birdcage made while I walked around with his phone playing YouTube videos of parakeet noises. During this time, Michael found the female tucked in a corner under some packing paper. She was spooked, but we got her in the cage and inspected her. She seemed untouched. About 10 min later, we found the male hidden underneath two computer game boxes that had fallen to form a little tent. He wasn't so lucky. While alive, he did have small gash on his body under his wing. We got him into the cage and he hopped around from perch to perch so he didn't seem too injured. We will just have to wait and see what happens. In the meantime, the birds are going to be kept in a cat free environment for the next week to allow them some time to calm down and heal.
During this whole time, the cats had been locked in the porch. Little Kitty was sitting outside the door meowing to be let in and as soon as we opened the door she dashed in. Kerrigan was the opposite, acting extremely guilty. On the porch she sat as far from the door as possible. When we open the door, she slunk towards it and when Michael reached for her she shied away. Even when she finally came in, she walked with her head down and was very skittish. She is the hunter and probably was the one who injured the male bird.
Now I have to find a new place for the cage. I have had the cage in its current spot for about 6 months. I am not sure where to put it.
