Double Shot likes to eat his breakfast out on the deck when it is warm. He used to eat his breakfast with Paco on his shoulder. That all ended the morning he flew away.
Getting Paco's wings clipped can get expensive and I just don't like the way other people do it. He's usually flying again within a few weeks. So, I do it. And I do it in such a way that he doesn't fly for months. Don't feel sorry for him. He's a terrorist.
Well, we usually have some indication that he is getting close to being able to fly again but not this time. He just flew up over the house and was gone. I was still in bed and woke to Double Shot's frantic screams. The whole neighborhood did. He was beside himself. I was very conflicted. A secret hope filled me with the thought that Paco, the terrorist, was gone. It made me feel guilty at the same time. I was also very concerned for my son whose wailing and carrying on caused me to call Mr. Macchiato for some support. He was running through the neighborhood and causing quite a stir as he looked for Paco.
I quickly made some scrambled eggs, put them in Paco's dish, and rolled the cage out onto the deck in the hopes that he would come down to the cage on his own. Yes, Paco, the terrorist, eats eggs. He loves them and goes crazy whenever he smells them. Yes, he is a bird and it is weird that he eats eggs. But, that is another reason why he is a terrorist. However, this did not work.
Things began to get critical with Double Shot. He was scaring me and Mr. Macchiato was rushing home. He was so beside himself with grief that he was throwing things around. I was afraid he might hurt himself. He was also well on his way to a major asthma attack. Mr. Macchiato got home and they went around the neighborhood some more. Mr. Macchiato was very taken back by our son's reaction and went for a walk by himself as I held him pinned on the couch trying to get him to calm down. We both were afraid we were going to have to call the people in the white coats to come sedate our child and take him away. It was that bad.
As Mr. Macchiato was walking and trying to figure out what to do about Double Shot he heard a familiar squawk. He couldn't believe it. He looked up and all around and then spotted Paco when he squawked again. He was about 15 feet up in an aspen next to a neighbor's house about 1/4 a mile away. He really struggled for a bit as to whether he should ever tell anyone he saw him. But, he thought of our son and knew he had to try to get Paco. He tried to call me on the phone but couldn't get through because I was sending out a prayer request that we find the bird. Double Shot went back out and heard his Dad hollering. He was on the roof of the neighbor's house and he couldn't reach. He told Double Shot to run to the house and have me bring a rake back in the car. Double Shot grabbed a rake and we jumped in the car and raced to where Paco was. The whole time I was fully aware that Paco could just fly off at any moment.
As we came to a screeching halt in front of the house, Mr. Macchiato motioned for us to be quiet. Double Shot handed him the rake and just as he got close to Paco, he flew up another 10 feet or so. Aspens are not the sturdiest of trees and the branches can be quite thin. Double Shot was just about to turn 13 and still pretty small. Mr. Macchiato jumped from the roof and helped Double Shot into the tree. The stress of watching our son climb the tree while cooing to Paco and asking him not to fly away was incredible. I stood there praying to God that Double Shot would get him but very afraid that it was going to end in disaster.
Once Double Shot was close enough, Paco went straight to him. Double Shot then tucked him into his shirt and got out of that tree as quickly as possible. There were some pretty tense moments as he was about 20-25 ft up and the branches were flimsy. He lost his grip a few times and slid. I had visions of them falling out of the tree and Double Shot crushing Paco with his body. As they got closer to the ground we could see Paco, the terrorist, looking out of the armhole of our son's shirt. Once on the ground, we all hopped in the car like crazy people with my husband shouting at us to roll up the windows quickly. We got Paco into the house and into his cage and we all collapsed.
The whole ordeal took just under two hours but it took us much longer to recuperate.To this day, whenever we are outside, neighbors stop by to ask us about Double Shot and Paco.