About 3 months ago, I opened my front door and my Half-Moon Conure, Gary , flew out the front door. I was very sad and I yelled his name. I heard his weak little squawks in the distance, until a gigantic flock of Half-Moons passed by the tree he flew to, and then he was gone. I cried the whole day and even skipped a very important meeting i had because i couldnt get my head around the fact that he was gone for good. Turns out, I shouldn't have done that because, I tried one last time calling his name from the balcony, when suddenly, a flock of 5 Half-Moon Conures passes infront of the balcony. I knew that it was just a random flock of them, but then I realized that one of them seemed smaller, more tired, and his voice was squeakier. It was Gary. I was honestly so shocked to see my bird, after 4hours o him leaving the house, to be circling my house, trying to find a way in. he ended up landing on a tree in my backyard because he was so exhausted, so I rushed downstairs, out to my backyard, and climbed a tall, steep pile of wood. The feeling of relief I felt when he leaped onto my shoulder, panting, cannot be described. He then proceeded to drink 2 full water bowls of water and almost half a bag of almonds and peanuts.
What I want you to get out of this story is that no matter what you go through and expect will happen, there's always hope
