I walked into my open garage this afternoon, and there was a little yellow/green parakeet sitting on the shelf. It was flapping a little but seemed pretty weak. I called DH, and he walked up to it slowly. It promptly jumped onto his wrist and walked up to his shoulder. Clearly someone’s pet. So, I ran to Walmart, bought a cage and some food and got the little creature all set up. She (he?) was really hungry and thirsty, and seems so secure inside the cage.
The funny thing is that almost the same thing happened to us about 24 years ago, on Easter morning. I guess DH has the magic touch with birds. They just trust him.
We named her Lucy, hope she’s a girl.