Aspen got out today. I was in the back yard working with Jared when Eli came running around the corner telling me "the bird got away". I was in the middle of talking to Bonnie about wedding stuff when he interupted. Thinking back now, I totally feel bad because I cut her off and ran into the house to see if it was for real! Jax was loyally perched on top of the cage with all the doors shut. I let him in and went back out to look. (Aspen is the blue one in front)
Sometimes the boys like to get the birds out and shut all the doors so they can't get back in. Angers me to no end! But this time, she got out as Eli was standing with the front door open and Aspen followed the light. Right out the front door! I was just sick! Another beautiful bird of mine. Gone.
I kept trying to ask which way she flew because I wanted to try and track her. But his finger pointed in a different direction everytime! I was so frustrated! It was around 5:00pm when this happened and still very light out. All wild birds were still very active. And as it happened before with Kortanah and Selene, every stinking bird was chirping. Every car on the freeway was rumbling by twice as loud, and every freaking kid was screaming! I couldn't hear a thing. Or at least the ONE thing I WANTED to hear!
I wandered from yard to yard, trying to listen so intently, but nothing sounded familiar. OH! I might add...it was FREEZING today. WINDY too! No ideal conditions to be staring up into the trees. I brought Jax out in the big cage (locked!) to see if his chirping and the presence of the cage would attract Aspen from wherever she was hiding. For a good hour or more...we wandered, waited, listened and nothing. I finally got cold enough to bring Jax in and warm myself up. Jared got dinner for the boys and I just sat in front of a heater thinking.
I decided to try again and go with one of the directions Eli had originally pointed. I crossed the street to the park. Going from tree to tree. Staring, whistling, and listening. For those familiar with the park, I ended up back by the sandpit. By the "haunted house". I was calling her by name at this point and saying what I always said to her. "Aspen! Little one, Come here". And I SWEAR I heard her! For those who don't know...there are a TON of HUMUNGUSly tall trees. It was almost impossible to pinpoint a tiny parakeet. But I KNEW I could hear her! She'd respond everytime I called her name. And I DID FIND HER! WAY up high! I almost couldn't believe it! (the picture is from a LONG time ago. But this is the park. Minus the gazebo and CAT loader (tractor)m and blue dumpster. The trees....pretty much look the same!)

I called Jared to tell him to bring Jax over in the little cage to try and coax her down. So, he did. All this time, she's still calling back to me. (So sweet!) I knew she was scared and exhausted and wanted to come down. Having never manuevered through such thickly concentrated branches, she was having a heck of a time trying to come down. But she WAS doing it. Slowly. I sent Jared back home for the big cage. If she came down, she'd definitely fly to that! I was ringing the bell in it to keep her focused on the objective "homebase".
Little by little she had gotten down so close, I was able to stand on a stump and reach up to get her to hop on my finger. I couldn't believe it SHE WAS ON MY FINGER!!!! As I turned to walk back to the cage and before I could get a good pinch on her tail or feet so she couldn't fly away, she took off. Right back up into a stinking tree. And it only got worse from there!
(Picture shows the playground RIGHT by the trees she was hanging out in.)
When the sun started to set, I decided to call a friend in our neighborhood who has a cherry picker. (crane like machine that reaches up high into trees for Tree Trimmers.) We had made the mistake of loosing Kortonah because we were too proud to call someone for a silly ol' bird. I was NOT about to do that again!
He was so kind, he came over and attempted multiple times. I even went up with him to get her on my finger. SO CLOSE....but she'd get scared and fly away. After 5 attempts and 2 repositions of this massive truck... We were going to try one last time. She was in a good opening for the cherry picker to get to. He just had to move the truck again. And, Again....I was/a, supremely grateful for him to be doing this for us!
Just as he put the truck into reverse, that loud beeping that large trucks have...scared her off back down into the thicker trees and we couldn't see her. She stopped chirping too. To tired I guess. I felt bad enough for asking the man to come out in the first place, I told him I would just come back in the morning to try again. Seriously, so thankful for his help!
It was too dark at this point to keep straining the eyes AND NECK! OUCH! That we packed up and came home. I was shaking uncontrollably because of the cold and the boys were getting tired. It was 8:30 by that time and the sun, pretty much set.
The one thing that kills me the most about all this, is that I KNOW she was wanting to come back. She made that very clear! And knowing that.....I HAVE to go back and try again! This time trying different methods. I have so many "if only's", that I have to have a second chance!
SHE WAS IN MY HAND!