Monday, March 12, 2007
Please Come Home
Taffy, one of our two pet cockatiels--the first one we got--escaped lastnight. It was awful. I've never felt so helpless as I did when I heard him calling out as he ascended higher and higher into the darkness. He must have been so scared. He has no experience flying outside, let alone in the middle of the night.
We did what we could to look for him. Nina took Cooper in the car and drove around the area, and I took my bike and rode for miles, but it was useless. Who knows how far he could have gotten and whether or not he could even figure out how to land being as disoriented as he must have been.
We're checking with all the animal shelters in the area, and Nina's driving around as I write this. Fuck. I don't know what to do.