His aviator harness is on the way!
Now, to tell you all about his adventure.
So, as far as I knew he couldn't really fly...basically at all.
I know...I know you're not supposed to even take a clipped bird out, but I'd been taking him in a cardboard box for 'picnics' since I got him, and he really loves them. He gets really vocal, and asks passerby for scritches...
Well, I took him out ON THE FOURTH OF JULY for a picnic.
Everything was going very well until he suddenly up and flew at a three or four year old girl, and tried to land on her head. (He loves little girls)
She panicked, and screamed, and then he panicked and flew off onto the top of a building.
THEN people started setting off fire crackers.
We tracked him for about an hour as he flew around from tree to tree.
Finally he stopped in a tree and was calling down to me, and then someone set off a big firework.
We kept on his trail for hours...and then he was gone. Just gone.
It was midnight before my husband could get me to go home.
I immediately made fliers, and went to parrotalert. I walked the neighborhood calling for him from about sunup the next day until the afternoon...
When someone emailed me saying they had him!
I was so scared!
Apparently he was in a bush at some college housing, and this lady's husband stopped to take a picture.
They walked off, and the next thing her husband knew a big grey bird was beating him about the head with its wings until it could find a purchase on his shoulder.
Well, Picasso has no toes. So, he slipped, and the guy walked half bent over the whole way home.
When I found him, he was happy, and alert; he'd been fed banana for the first time; and their five year old daughter had already named him Pastry, and sang him lullabies before her nap.
I got him home, and he's been grounded since.
I was so scared I would never find him again.
Moral of the story: No matter how much of a good idea it seems at the time, never take a parrot out without a harness.
His will be here in three days, and then the picnicking will resume.