I went about my morning routine as usual. Letting Cash out of her cage to roam the studio (It's birdproof, with the exception of my computer area), and she was fine. She fluttered about and went to her usual perch spot on the french doors while I went to the kitchen to make her breakfast. When I came back into the room, she was under my bed, and soared out to flounder and struggle to get up--holding her feet fisted underneath her.
This happened, literally, a span of five to ten minutes.
This happened, literally, a span of five to ten minutes.