Our daughter had a friend over. They were in the back polishing their nails on the deck. The birds were hanging from the gazebo as always on beautiful days.
I escaped to the courtyard with Time magazine and a cup of coffee. My husband joined me shortly after I went out. Around that time there were a number of wild birds in the front going a bit Hitchcock on us. They were freaky. Very brave and way too close. There was squawking in the back yard, as always from the birds. They squawk when they want millet sprays, when they need water, when they are bored. We didn't tie the two events together - Hitchcock in the front and squawkers in the back.
We came back in and soon forgot the incident. Later this afternoon we were getting the grill going and I was enjoying a glass of wine on the deck. My husband noticed that the bird cage was coming apart. This was odd. He brought it down and we immediately noticed there was only one bird. HEARTS WAS GONE!
That's what those birds were doing - running a diversion. They loosened the top of the cage and took her away. Poor Hearts. She was a beautiful blue parakeet that kept Birdie Birdie happy.
Our son is crying and walking around saying, "Poor Hearts. Those nasty blue jays were just too big. Poor Hearts." I feel terrible. It was on my watch. I heard the squawking. I didn't even check. I assumed it was a millet spray issue or the girls were squabbling in the back causing the birds distress. Poor Hearts. I'm so terribly sad. I'm sorry I let you down, Hearts. You were a very sweet bird.
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