I was in the tv room just a minute ago playing with my birds. It was time to put them away. I managed to get Monica, followed by Chandler, and then Joey. Daisy and Phoebe were next. Well I lost my balance, and tipped the couch. Phoebe came running out from underneath it and fell, but didn't get up. I ran to her--too late. I think I squished her. I held her close, and kissed her, too in shock to cry. I kept whispering, "Phoebe?" but of course, I knew she couldn't answer. I called my husband, although it had only been a few minutes since we last spoke.
"Hey honey, I know you still have to finish up at work but could you make it quick? I need you home now." I choked up and told him what happened, the tears started falling. Long story short, we're getting her a box.
Phoebe was one of my five that I was the most bonded to. Since her wings were clipped, she was never able to make it back into her cage by herself, but that never stopped her from trying. Eventually I would have to put my hand down, she would accept the offer, but as soon as we got within gliding distance, she would take off on her own for the cage. She was always determined to have her chance to fly with my other four, I just wish she had another chance for her feathers to grow out again.
Am I a horrible bird owner? I know this was an accident but the loss of my dear Phoebe has brought my total loss of budgies to more than I currently own. I lost Luke, Rosco, Bo, Ross, and now Phoebe but currently have Chandler, Monica, Joey, and Daisy. I haven't felt anywhere near this horrible since the bird plague hit back in June but even though it's only one bird this time, I still don't like it. Bye-bye Phoebe, I wish we had more time together.