Hey everyone!
Starting at the beginning of the month, DP was having some chest/stomach pains, so we took him to the doctor. Blood tests, x-rays, and a sonogram later we found out
it was only gall stones, and a slightly inflamed liver. He's ok, but in general he hasnt been feeling great, so he's going to be going on medical leave and possibly disability.
Then on Saturday, I was going to check the mail with my youngest parrot (my African Grey who follows me everywhere and is always with me) when someone started a chainsaw and spooked her. She flew into a tree by the house and stayed there all day and into the night. I brought out her cage to see if she would go to it, but she didnt.
The next morning she was still up there, and after trying to call her down I went inside for a few minutes. WHen I came back out, there was a red-shouldered hawk that lives nearby flying around. I called for her but didnt see her. Then I heard her yell down the block and went running, only to see the hawk attacking something. I thought for sure she was dead. I went home, drugged myself, and slept most of the day.
I didnt hear from her at all for the rest of that day or night (and that was at about 7am). Then on Monday afternoon, I get a knock on the door from one of the guys who works in the development. It seems a couple of old people down the street called the main office because there is a bird in their carport, and they thought they saw a birdcage outside my house. I go over and there is my little Dusty, holding on to the screen of their side window and looking especially frazzled.
She was pretty shell-shocked for the rest of Monday, but now she's back her normal self. She has a small scratch on her head, but is otherwise unharmed
So that was my traumatic last 2 weeks.
Why is it that the nicest people seem to have the roughest times? 
