...Aurélie!! 
Poor little Réy. This one was completely my fault, not just accident-prone weirdos getting into trouble again *coughTACOcough*. I went out for a few hours today running errands, and apparently when I shut the trouble-making fids away before I left, I didn't latch Aurélie's door properly, and of course she let herself out.
There's a little sand pail in the New World Bird Room that both Taco and Réy love, and Réy's favourite pastime is flipping it on top of herself and running around under it. It's a pretty light pail so she can usually lift it back off easily, and she thinks it's just the most entertaining game in the world.
You probably already guessed where this is going.
I get home and go to give all the fids an afternoon snack, and Réy's cage is empty. I searched the whole room for her what felt like a hundred times, and through the rest of the house too in case she somehow got out, but I couldn't find her anywhere and I was completely panicking.
But then I went back into her room to search yet another time, and I realised that her bucket was upside down on the floor under the chair. I lifted the chair away and picked up the pail, and Aurélie was standing there shaking like a little leaf, wings held out and panting and barely able to keep her eyes open. She'd pushed her little pail under the chair and got stuck.
I've been trapped in a small space before, and I know how quickly you run out of air when you panic. I bundled Aurélie in her carrier, and now I'm at the vet.
Again.
Réy is actually doing really really good, to the point that the vets are kinda laughing at me for freaking out and showing up with a bird in tow for the billionth time, but she scared me so bad. She looked half a second for keeling over and dying right on the spot.
I'm so mad that I didn't close the latch properly. I always check the doors to make sure they're shut tight, but I must've pulled it loose when I did the check and somehow not noticed. Hrgh.
Poor little Réy. This one was completely my fault, not just accident-prone weirdos getting into trouble again *coughTACOcough*. I went out for a few hours today running errands, and apparently when I shut the trouble-making fids away before I left, I didn't latch Aurélie's door properly, and of course she let herself out.
There's a little sand pail in the New World Bird Room that both Taco and Réy love, and Réy's favourite pastime is flipping it on top of herself and running around under it. It's a pretty light pail so she can usually lift it back off easily, and she thinks it's just the most entertaining game in the world.
You probably already guessed where this is going.
I get home and go to give all the fids an afternoon snack, and Réy's cage is empty. I searched the whole room for her what felt like a hundred times, and through the rest of the house too in case she somehow got out, but I couldn't find her anywhere and I was completely panicking.
But then I went back into her room to search yet another time, and I realised that her bucket was upside down on the floor under the chair. I lifted the chair away and picked up the pail, and Aurélie was standing there shaking like a little leaf, wings held out and panting and barely able to keep her eyes open. She'd pushed her little pail under the chair and got stuck.
I've been trapped in a small space before, and I know how quickly you run out of air when you panic. I bundled Aurélie in her carrier, and now I'm at the vet.
Again.
Réy is actually doing really really good, to the point that the vets are kinda laughing at me for freaking out and showing up with a bird in tow for the billionth time, but she scared me so bad. She looked half a second for keeling over and dying right on the spot.
I'm so mad that I didn't close the latch properly. I always check the doors to make sure they're shut tight, but I must've pulled it loose when I did the check and somehow not noticed. Hrgh.
I can not imagine how worried you were to find her missing and then trapped. 
I can't decide if she's brave or foolhardy, LOL.
I was crying all the way to the vet.
