So this morning I tried to clean the cage with the "Poop-Off," and was doing a good job when Atticus got out. I chased him about the house and had no success retrieving him. He finally flew behind the couch and after awhile seemed not to be there. No chirping, I pulled the couch forward and he wasn't behind it. So I sat down to wait. Finally, as I was taking out the trash, he appeared suddenly and hopped away. I realized that he had clipped wings, so he does not have a good prognosis "in the wild." I would not let Jack out for the same reason. I hope he survives. I don't think he'll come back. Various lessons could suggest themselves, but none of them really apply. If you love a bird set him free...that leads to "he was never really yours in the first place." I accept that. Should I have gotten a "holding cage" to clean the cage more fully?
Anyway, I don't think Jack will do too well without Atticus, and I don't know where I'd find another Java.
Perhaps he is also waiting to make a bolt for freedom. The other symbolic lesson for me I suppose, is to not expect company. For the moment I will not accept that lesson, and will go off to work. In the meantime, he has not left the side of the cage to drink or eat. I have given him strawberries, a small enough portion for a tiny doll, and a bit of lettuce fit for a fairy. I never had the illusion that they were liking it here, but it's still emotionally draining.
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