“Thank you for this gift,” Cherie told me.
“Yes, you have no idea how much we appreciate the freedom you’re about to give us,” Coolidge confirmed.
“Every animal should be free,” I replied. “You deserve this as much as any other bird. All right, ready?”
The three birds said they were, and I opened the chicken wire fence door. I was going to have to try and sneak out past the main house and back onto the road without being seen, since I couldn’t use any magic.
I opened the main door to the barn and immediately the three birds flew out into the sky. I watched for a second with tears threatening my eyes as they flew through the skies for the first time in I didn’t know how long.
Still, I knew that I had to get out of here, and I quickly started to make my way across the overgrown lawn. I figured if I could reach the main road I could walk the five minutes or so it would take to get back to the car, if Sophie hadn’t already driven it to the front of the property. Either way, the front gate was my exit strategy; if I went straight back to where the car was parked I’d have to trespass on two other properties first.
I crouched down in the overgrown grass as I looked at the house. Pericot, the tiger, was still lazing in the sun. Gemma had disappeared from the window, and I didn’t notice any other movement anywhere else. If I was really lucky, Richard Steele would be sleeping, or even out somewhere in town, not even on the property.
As I inched my way slowly toward the house, I began to feel optimistic about my chances of getting out of here undetected. After all, I’d made it past the back deck without Pericot waking up, and was now inching my way underneath the windows at the side of the house; I’d decided that pressing myself against the side of the house was the way to minimize my odds of being seen; if anyone looked out the windows they wouldn’t have a chance of seeing me this way.
I was just about past the front porch when I suddenly heard a voice behind me that made me jump about three feet.
“Whadaya think yer doin’ here, girl?” a man’s voice asked. I turned around and saw myself facing a tall man with scraggly grey-brown hair, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. He looked to be in his fifties, but I imagined he actually looked a lot older than he really was.
I wasn’t going to lie though; I was focused a lot more on the shotgun he was holding than his appearance.
“Ummm, sorry, I think I’m lost,” I stammered. “I’m just trying to find the road.”
“Can’t get on this property without passing all the no tresspassin’ signs I got up. So why’d you come here in the first place?” he asked. At least the shotgun wasn’t leveled at me. Yet.
“I was in the woods back there,” I said. “I got lost. I hurt my hand, and I climbed over a fence to try and find the road. I swear, I don’t mean any harm. I’ll be going now,” I said.
“Nah, I bet you’re the one who stole my Lucy!” he exclaimed suddenly, leveling the shotgun toward me.
“No! I didn’t! Who’s Lucy?” I stammered.
“I bet you came back for Pericot, didn’t you?” he asked. I didn’t have time to scream before he pulled the trigger. I dove to the ground and felt the bullet whizzing above me. Turning, I began to run for the road as fast as I possibly could. I could hear footsteps behind me, and what was worse was they were getting louder. He was catching up to me.
For what felt like the millionth time I swore that if I made it out of here alive I was going to go to the gym more often than once every three years. Or at least maybe I’d go for a jog every once in a while.
I heard the sound of the gun cocking once more and I knew Richard Steele was going to shoot at me again. But before he got the chance, I heard a squawk from up above. A flash of dark green and orange passed above me.
“What the hell?” I heard Richard Steele cry as Hehu swooped down toward him.
“Go, go, we’ll take care of him,” I heard Coolidge say as he and Cherie flew toward Steele as well.
“Thank you,” I managed to gasp out as I stumbled toward the road. The cacophony of sound behind me didn’t give me any indication as to who was winning the fight, but I occasionally saw one of the birds flying above me. The sound of Steele’s footsteps began to fade; evidently the birds’ attack was working.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and Hehu fell at my feet.
“No!” I cried, scooping up the gorgeous parrot and taking him into my arms. To my immense relief, he was still breathing. I passed through the entrance gate and stumbled onto the road, looking around. Thankfully, Sophie was behind the driver’s seat of my car, engine running, just a few feet away. She pulled up in front of me, tires screeching, as I jumped into the car.
“Come on, get in here!” I called to the two cockatoos. They immediately stopped attacking Richard Steele, who I noticed with a decent amount of satisfaction was bleeding significantly from his head, and swooped into the car. I jumped in, and before I’d even managed to close the door Sophie had her foot down on the gas and we took off down the dirt road, leaving only a patch of dust behind us.
“So much for a reconnaissance mission, hey?” Sophie asked, never taking her eyes off the road.
“I’ll explain later,” I said as I looked at Hehu, who was still in my arms. The front seat of a car going almost ninety miles an hour on a bumpy country road wasn’t exactly an ideal place for a physical exam, but it was going to have to do. A quick check made it obvious Hehu had been shot in the wing. It wasn’t fatal, but he was going to have to stay with me for a while to recover.
“Is it just the wing?” I asked Hehu.
“You say that as though it isn’t one of the most important parts of my body,” the kea whined.
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “I know it’s important, but luckily, a shot to the wing won’t be fatal. You will, however, have to be rehabilitated before you can fly again. It will take a while. Thank you. To all three of you,” I continued, looking into the back seat where Coolidge and Cherie were calmly sitting.
“It is us who should be thanking you,” Cherie said. “We could not sit idly by and watch a man attempt to hurt the woman who gave us our freedom.”
“I really appreciate it,” I told them. And I absolutely meant it. My heart was moved by the bravery of these three birds who had only known me for an hour. They had risked their own lives for mine.
“Shall we disperse with the sappy monologues and consider the pain I am in?” Hehu asked, and I had to smile. He was a cheeky little guy.
“Give me a second,” I said, opening the glove compartment. Being a vet, I had a decent amount of veterinary equipment in my car; I could never be sure when an emergency would come up. I found a tiny syringe of buprenex–because it was an opioid I never kept much of it in the car, even in the locked glove compartment–and checked the dosage. Birds were incredibly sensitive to dosages.
“Ok, I’m just going to give you a quick painkiller injection,” I told Hehu. Giving him as much of the opoid as I thought he needed, Hehu relaxed almost instantly.
“Ohhhh, that feels good,” he said, and I smiled at him. “We’re going to get you back home soon, ok?” I told him.
“It’s going to have to be soon,” Sophie said, glancing through the rear-view mirror. “I’m pretty sure Richard Steele is trying to catch up to us.”
I looked back just as a bullet blew off one of my car’s side mirrors. I let out a quick squeal, then turned to the two birds in the back. “Get down on the floor, as low as you can. That will be safest,” I told them, while holding Hehu close to me.
“Here goes nothing,” Sophie said, pressing her foot to the floor. We were on US Highway 20 now, which was thankfully, paved, but was still a two-lane rural road. I held on to Hehu tight as we overtook a Cadillac that was doing 10 under the limit before sliding back into our lane just seconds before hitting an oncoming truck.