posted on Jan, 24 2013 @ 04:04 PM
reply to post by dirtybird
I've got one kind of similar. Back in the day growing up on the farm, I took my dad's cockatiel out of the cage when no one was home. The bird and
I never really got along, it always tried to bite when I got close and would only allow my dad to touch it but I thought it would be a good idea for
it to sit in the grass outside with my hands covering over it. You know...fresh air and all seeing it has never been outside in its life, just for a
few minutes and then I was going to put it back in the cage.
Well, it freaked out and flew away. In fact, the wind got it and the bird was blown clear over the treeline in the yard and way out over the fields.
There were hawks in the area and I completely panicked because my dad was a force not mess with and it was HIS bird. So I ran back to the house to
grab the binoculars but I was prepared for the worst. Kiwi ( I think that's what it's name was) had never flown before and realistically I thought
this was the end for him and me.
So just as I got to edge of the yard and about to crash through the bushes to get to the field, I hear this wailing of a screech overhead. There's
kiwi squawking hysterically flying back towards the yard from over the trees and lands smack dab on an oak tree branch about 50' up at the very top.
Relieved, I did what only a 14 year old kid could do. I began to climb that tree. I managed to get to the very top and the whole time I was praying
that bird just stayed there but I didn't know what it would do once I reached for it.
So there I am, 50' up hanging on to an oak tree with one arm extended out. I grabbed that bird and stuck him on my shoulder and began climbing down.
Kiwi didn't move a feather. I could sense that it wasn't going to fly away and I just might get away with this. I got down to the ground, scooped
him off my shoulder in both hands, made my way back to the house and back in the cage he went.
No one knew a thing.