I once lost a budgie for a few months. He was a great talker and the apple of our eye. then after advertising on a weekly basis in our local paper we had a phone call. The lady told us her brother had found our Peter lying in the middle of a main road early one morning on his way to work. He thought it was just something blue and stopped to look. Found it to be a budgie barely alive. It had been a very cold night and he had flown on the wind about two miles away from our home. The chap put Peter on the back window of his car in the sun thinking he would die. When he got back after work the budgie had revived but still very weak. His sister sat up nights with him by an open fire and gave him brandy off a teaspoon not knowing what to do.
When she phoned and realising by his sayings it was our bird, she asked could I go and collect him that night as her little five yr old son was starting school the next morning and would be upset at saying goodbye.
I had done all my crying at the loss and could not put a little mite through that kind of pain so early in his young life. Told her to keep him and thanked her for nursing him back to health. We did go and visit him and he did remember us, but was very happy with his new family and settled.
Nope. I got a call from a vet's office the other day and I was shaking so bad I could barely talk. I thought for sure they had her, but they just wanted to know if I found her so they knew whether or not to take her lost flier down