My case isn't the usual. I've read many people losing their birds this way, but I don't think anything like mine. I had trained my bird to recall, so we would go outside, she would go for a flight around the house, and come back to me. Did it every day when we checked the mail. Some days I would be outside with my toddler son and we would sit in the grass and she would hang out walking and tasting, or fly up to our tree and sit, watching everything. She really loved it and I loved letting her. But then she started going through her sexual maturity and became defiant, all birds do that. While she never really bit me hard she became unruly and she decided she was going to fly who knows where. She disappeared at eleven when we checked the mail and didn't come home until just before dark. It scared me pretty bad and I decided to trim her wings until she got through her angsty time. We didn't have many hawks in our area but they had been seen time to time, I was sure she was dead after walking our very large neighborhood shouting for her for hours(she always called back when I called her name). Well, I don't know if it was the very next day but it was within a couple days, watching her be so upset in the house that she couldn't fly, I opened the door to go check the mail and she fluttered towards me at the exact same time a huge gust of wind hit the house in a perfectly perpendicular fashion. It boosted her up in the air and we lived on this hill which had a steep incline towards the back yards. She glided over the neighbors fence and instantly met her death in a dog's mouth. I don't know if I am over it still, it has been five years. I regret it so much. It was the ultimate teacher of the ideas like the worst things come from the best intentions, and you can't control anything. Her name was Happy, and she was a beautiful sun conure that I hand raised from two weeks. She had the funniest personality, and was so smart. Closer to being a dog than a bird.