Catching Up

I wrote this post last evening and am posting it now since my camera is now recharged so I could upload the pictures.

Almost another month has gone by since my last post. I truly am trying to get back to blogging but life has been standing in the way. I've been taking a few pictures in hopes of obtaining inspiration to blog.

I hope everyone had a great 4th of July holiday. As most of America was having hot dogs, hamburgers, steaks, etc. on the grill, hubby and I had crab legs. By dinner time it was beginning to rain and I suggested the crab legs. They were sooooo gooood! I can't remember the last time I prepared crab legs. I bought them about a week ago not thinking we would be eating them on the 4th.


This evening I was out in the garage when I saw a bird fly into hubby's truck that was sitting on the driveway. I walked over to make sure it was ok. It was a baby who looked as if this may have been his first flight. His feathers were fluffy which is a good indicator for his age. The poor little thing just sat there looking at me without too much fear.


Mom was sitting in the tree beside the truck and was chirping constantly as if to tell the baby to get away from me.


Later it waddled into the garage and my dog CC had just come out to see what we were doing. You can see from this picture the little bird is still learning to walk, let along fly.

When CC saw the bird she was very curious and approached the bird with caution.

Just as the perfect shot presented itself my battery went dead. CC almost nose to nose with the bird. I ran into the house to grab my point and shoot camera but the battery was dead on it too. I was surprised the bird wasn't afraid and of course CC was just curious. Had the bird made a move CC would have run to get into the house.


Ok, 45 minutes has now gone by. I wanted to double check if hubby had closed the garage door when we came in. Not....when I reached out to close the door I could hear the baby somewhere in the garage and Mom and Dad were flying hysterically in front of the garage door. I could hear the bird chipping but couldn't find it. Finally I saw the lawn mover bag move and knew the bird was inside the bag. I've never taken that thing off and when I started moving it about the baby started screaming and Mom and Dad where flying into the garage squawking at me. The bird got out the flew behind some containers on the floor. To hurry up this story, I was finally able to encourage it out of the garage by gently moving it with a feather duster. The family is back together and I'm pooped!

I feel like I preformed a huge heroic task since I'm afraid of birds.

Why I Called the Fire Department to Get A Bird Out of My Tree

This is a true story. It was a sunny summer afternoon in the 1980's when I heard an unusual chirping coming from my backyard. I stepped out onto the deck and could hear more clearly flapping and a bird screaming out in distress. I looked up into a near-by tree and could see a bird hanging upside down with a string caught around its leg and around a branch in the tree. The bird kept flapping and squawking, trying to get itself up on a branch. Not being fond of birds, I thought, you deserve this. Then I pictured this bird dying from lack of food and water and later nothing but a skeleton hanging from this string. I couldn't let that happen.

The bird was too high for me to reach then I thought, firemen rescue cats out of trees all the time, I would just call the fire department. I went into the house, looked up the number for the fire department and gave them a call. A fireman answered. I said, "I need you to come to my house and get a bird out of my tree". Can you just think what this fireman was thinking? He politely told me the fire department could not help me. I asked, "Why not, you rescue cats from trees all the time." It is important to let you know, I had not told this fireman about the bird being caught with the string, I was just asking for their help in getting this bird out of my tree. Finally the fireman told me he would need to speak with the Captain. Instead, he put the Captain on the phone. I could hear laughter in the background and could not understand what was so funny.

Again, I told the Captain I needed their assistance in getting a bird out of my tree. He told me birds live in trees and he could not help me. Duh....then I remember I had not fully explained the situation about the bird being trapped. After filling him in on the whole story and more persuasion, he agreed to send a fireman to my house. He told me if it rained I would have to come to the station and wash the fire truck.

It wasn't long before a big fire truck pulled up in front of my house. All the kids in the neighborhood came running to see what was going on. Of course the tree was in my backyard, therefore the ladder on the truck would not reach that far. The fireman assessed the situation and grabbed hold of the trunk of the tree and climbed it without any assistance. When he reached the bird, he pulled out a knife and cut the string and off flew the bird. Well, for sometime I was known as the lady who called the fire department for help in getting a bird out of her tree.