She was never ours

By 3sha
A flash of white and a pained scream.

July 25th, a large thud sounded near my father's room. He came out to check and saw a white bird. Asking the driver to catch it, the large white bird turned out to be a cockatoo. A frightened one at that. It bite through our driver's hand as he held the large bird. He was trying to pull the beaks apart.



15 minutes later, they found a dog cage that fits it perfectly. I got home after a shoot at about 10:30pm to find a fan of feathers laying on the floor in front of our main door. I searched around, there must a bird somewhere. My mom saw me and told me that the bird was out back in the cage. So I went to check it, it was shaking and hissing, frightened about its unfamiliar environment.

I tried to calm it down by covering the cage with a large cloth and by speaking to it.

In the morning, Swelte/Gutter/Dizzy/Gloria (few of the many names we were thinking of giving it) recognized me and danced. I fell in love with the bird. She quite smart, she even tried to pull my finger nearer to her just to grab the food I'm holding.



Three days after, someone started calling out "Petra" in the streets. The bird cawed. Then our doorbell rang, someone lost a bird. After that the rest was history.

Petra returned to her owner (someone who lives 2 houses away from ours) shortly after. I last saw her looking at me from afar while the cage was being carried away. I hope she's well taken cared of wherever she is, if not, she's always welcome to drop by our house. ^_^
 

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