I try to be super quiet...I don't close the garage door or the van door and sneak out to peek (Tiptoes and all. Seriously. How old am I?). All of the friend birds fly away immediately. I think, woah, how perfect that the one truly talented bird doesn't even spook. I gallop inside to get the boys. Herd them to the window to see this most amazing of creatures. Wow! I think, he's STILL there. So, I grab my camera and head out. Definitely have to get a picture of this! Check it out!
Then I notice (it's about time!) that something is amiss. Hold on. This bird isn't perfecting his upside down claw hang, it's stuck. Aghghhhhhhhh!!!! I sprint inside to fetch our resident bird rescuer...Ernie. Come quick. Bird. Stuck! Out he comes to assess the damage. Looks like kite string wrapped around our feathered friend's feet and wound around the tree branch.
All the while, we had 2 of the birdy's best buds squawking at us. I kept bringing Ernie the wrong tools, and he kept getting more and more agitated. Seems he's seen the movie "Birds" and was fearing the worst. Seriously, these birds were NOT HAPPY with us. I kept telling them we were the good guys. They weren't believers.
FINALLY, I delivered the correct tool....good ole fashioned scissors. It took no less than 30 tries to get this little guy free. He kept flailing and flapping.