Jay Gets Lost

Yesterday, the older female decided to do some cage cleaning, and employed the dreaded (and dreadful) vacuum cleaner. We immediately fled to the furthest points offering a perch that we could find, and hunkered down. When the machine was finally switched off, I promptly returned to the cage from my place of refuge (the light over the bathroom sink), as I'd noticed that fresh seed had been placed in the bowl. Jary was just behind me, but no Jay-Jay. We started eating--still no Jay-Jay. Concerned, we both began to "ping". No response. The female noticed, and began to look for her, while we continued to "ping". She looked in the bathroom (checking to make sure a drowning was not in progress), the bedrooms, even downstairs. Suddenly, a faint chirp sounded from upstairs. After checking the bathrooms again, the female found Jay, sitting on one of the bedroom dressers, with the room door ajar. She had been unable to see the way out, and the older female had failed to notice her among the knick-knacks. She immediately flew home, to a tender reunion, and an excellent lunch.
Geoffrey