Wembley, my green-cheeked conure, decided to fly outside just a few minutes ago. He took off for the woods and I freaked right the hell out. I called my mom (she and my dad are with my sister in Indiana) and she said "if he's gone, he's gone." She said it wasn't the end of the world, but, Jesus, I feel like shit.
Right now I'm sitting on the deck
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