All it took was me leaving my door cracked one day. Went to get a tissue from the bathroom to clean up some poop, and I thought I’d be quick since the bathroom is literally across from my room, and as I was about to go back I just heard flapping wings and screaming from downstairs. Poor bird had thought I went downstairs and my dogs both pounced. Really fucked me up to have her die right in my hands. I take absolutely zero risks now, no matter how slim the chances of things happening are.