We spent all Sunday sticking up posters and went door to door around our neighbourhood handing out a b&w printout of the same poster.
We got a lot of kind words from everyone, a lot of advice as to what we can do to help Guai-Guai find his way home. People have trees and bird feeders in their yards, so some of them get a lot of birds in their yard. They said they'd keep an eye out for him.
They told us to put his cage outside. And to play a recording of his chirping so he might recognize it and follow the sound home. We also talked to the people at the Bloedel Conservatory at Queen Elizabeth Park because they have an aviary/bird sanctuary and people will bring found birds to them sometimes.
We got an ad in a local paper for wider distribution.
This afternoon, Husband got a call from a lady who said she saw a large hawk-like bird flying overhead with a smaller bird struggling in its mouth that sort of fit the description of Guai-Guai (from a distance, he looks white and he _is_ a house bird, so he'd be dumber than the other animals at escaping).
I'm a mess right now. I'm glad I have an office with a door.
I would have gone home if it weren't for this potentially huge news about my project that could have me in New York on business in the next few weeks. Which means I have a lot to do here. It's supposed to be a great opportunity, good-exciting, good-scary, role promotion thing for me. But I just can't find it in me to be too happy about it right now.