Near disaster today at my house.
We were all sitting around enjoying some peace and quiet when one of our birds
Not the normal “I’m a bird, I make lots of noise!” screams but
"SOMETHING IS EATING ME ALIVE I’M DYING!!!"
screams (it is *amazing *how much volume a small bird can pump out). The two cockatiels shoot off the dresser adding their high-volume distress calls to the din, so that means it’s the conure in trouble. She flutters across the dresser top,then onto the floor.
Dragging a mousetrap.
Oh FUCK! The bird is caught in a mousetrap! Oh FUCK FUCK FUCK! She’s flopping around so violently I’m not sure what’s caught, she’s still screaming horribly, and both me and the Other Half are trying to grab this flailing green ball of feathers that is generating one long, continuous, agonized, fear-filled, pain-wracked SCREAM.
The Other Half gets ahold of her and gets the mousetrap off her leg. Well, yes, I suppose in retrospect it was obvious it wasn’t clamped on her neck as she was clearly able to breathe well enough to scream but in panic-mode you imagine such horrors. We’re imaging severed limbs, shattered bones, etc.
The conure lapsed into silence as soon as the trap was off her, clutching her injured limb to her belly and trembling. I was shaking, too. The Other Half couldn’t see any obvious fractures, and she didn’t scream when he touched her injured foot.
Then there was the round of self-flagellating on the part of the Humans, who were stupid enough to have forgotten about that trap, baited with tasty peanut butter that appeals to birds as well as the rodents we’ve been trying to eliminate.
Griffin (that’s the conure) has been very quiet since then, and is either jammed into her favorite corner of the room, up near the ceiling where she feels safe, or huddled in my Other Half’s hands. She’s a pet bird, of course, rather sheltered, and nothing has ever bit her like that before. She doesn’t understand danger, and she probably thought something was trying to eat her.
She is, I’m happy to report, putting her weight on the trapped foot and is able to grasp fingers with it. I imagine she’ll be sore for a bit, but apparently no permanent harm done. Other than perhaps taking a year or two off the humans’ lives with that panic-inducing scream. We had purchased smaller than normal, less violent than normal snap traps just in case such an accident occurred. I’m not happy we got stupid and careless, but apparently the new traps weren’t able to maim her.