Poor Teddy

Gary went outside the other day and asked where my cockatiel had gone.
I thought he was joking.
Nope, he was serious.
One of the little doors was half-way up.
Apparently he can let himself out of the cage.
I went outside and started whistling.
I was sure I could hear him respond.
There he was, under the bbq.
He climbed straight up onto my arm when I went to him.
He had been attacked by birds but at that stage we didn't know what ones.
We thought if magpies or butcher birds, he'd be dead.
So that left the noisy minors as culprits :(

But after he climbed up my arm, he flew off down to the back garden.

As soon as he landed about 6 noisy minors attacked him again.
I ran down to save him, whistling madly.
Finally he came out of hiding amongst the branches on the ground.

He was a bit traumatised and once back in the safety of his cage, only wanted to sleep.