Had quite a scare today. I thought I lost my parrotlet, Clover.
If you can’t tell, she’s extremely tiny, even for a parrotlet. She also has a bad toe on her one foot. We think the person who raised her may of done that when putting on her tag. Poor thing. I love her to bits. She’s my baby.
Anyway, I often take her out of her cage. She’s mostly tame. She bites, but not very hard. She likes to sit on my shoulder and stuff.
I had taken her into the kitchen and Iwas putting her on my mom’s shoulder to irritate my mom. I should of stopped since Clover didn’t seem to want to. She gets nervous sometimes. She gets scared easy. She is super tiny, so no wonder. Anyway, she flew onto the refriderator. She must of got scared at some point cause I did have to clean bird poop off of there. She usually doesn’t poop outside the cage, unless she gets scared. Anyway, I opened the door, so I cough reach her better and she flew toward the cabnets.
We couldn’t find her. At one point my mom, my dad, and sister were looking. I brought out my rubber duck my mom gave me recently. She hates it and always comes over to attack it. After a long time we heard her squeaking (her squarks sound like squeaks. So cute). And of course during all this I was upset and crying. My dad got pissed and stormed out at one point. But anyway, I eventually got on the step ladder and climbed up to check the top of the cabinet areas, and she was sitting on this Santa head decoration. My mom took it down, but she flew to the other side of the room on more cabinets, near the stove. I climbed up onto the stove with the duck and squeaked it, and eventually saw her attacking it, and finally got her. My poor baby.
I was so scared I lost her. I love her so much…like I said she’s my baby. I’m so glad and grateful she was alright. Scared, but alright.
I told my mom I wasn’t going to let her out anymore, but I of course will. But no more kitchen. Unless I have a really good hold on her.