Dozi
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- 3/24/21
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- Emily
Last night, after my boyfriend had left and I was alone in my house save for my parrots, I was feeling particularly lonely and vulnerable in my bed. I didn’t often like to sleep with my conure- after all, I was aware of the risks and had nightmares about them when I did, but I was in such a state that I took her out and placed her onto my pillow. She preferred to snuggle against my head usually, before sleeping between the pillow and the cushions on the side I never rolled towards, so I told myself that she’d be fine.
I underestimated both her and myself.
Whilst I was asleep, she must’ve crawled down from the pillow to snuggle into me. She usually only did this whenever I woke up, so I hadn’t expected it. I woke up immediately to the most gut-wrenching scream I’ve ever heard from a bird as I rolled slightly over towards her. I immediately panicked, knowing what must’ve happened as I rushed to turn on the lights and saw her; wings splayed out, crushed where I had lain.
I was fortunate, though. I hadn’t put all of my pressure onto her, and I could see she was still breathing- just in shock. Within a few minutes of me crying and begging to God that she’d come back to me, her eyes began to refocus. I wrapped her up in a warm blanket and spoke to her for a few hours, and she revived fully. But I’ll never forget her scream, the way she was stretched out over the bed where we’d both felt so safe. Never sleep with your bird. I might’ve gotten lucky, but I don’t feel like it.
I underestimated both her and myself.
Whilst I was asleep, she must’ve crawled down from the pillow to snuggle into me. She usually only did this whenever I woke up, so I hadn’t expected it. I woke up immediately to the most gut-wrenching scream I’ve ever heard from a bird as I rolled slightly over towards her. I immediately panicked, knowing what must’ve happened as I rushed to turn on the lights and saw her; wings splayed out, crushed where I had lain.
I was fortunate, though. I hadn’t put all of my pressure onto her, and I could see she was still breathing- just in shock. Within a few minutes of me crying and begging to God that she’d come back to me, her eyes began to refocus. I wrapped her up in a warm blanket and spoke to her for a few hours, and she revived fully. But I’ll never forget her scream, the way she was stretched out over the bed where we’d both felt so safe. Never sleep with your bird. I might’ve gotten lucky, but I don’t feel like it.
