In which I thought Rocky was missing, frantically spent 5 minutes scouring the house for him, imagining the worst, and then found that he had camouflaged himself in the plants, less than 2 feet away from where I started my search.
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Oh, I hate it when they do that kind of stuff. It feels like I'm going into cardiac arrest the longer it takes me to find the rascal.
This is twice in the past week he's done this to us. This guy is almost constantly making noise -- until he realizes we're looking for him.
I was so worried he'd squeezed himself somewhere he shouldn't, or chewed through a cord or something.
Nope -- just playing a trick on me :)
That was some good camouflage! It took me a looong time to mind him in the photo! That's funny. (unless it's your bird and you kind find him. I know the feeling!)
It took me a long time to spot him in that picture also. :) I once found my lovebird perched under my bicycle seat... talk about finding a place to hide!
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