Friday, 20 May 2011
Anyway, back to the story. I managed to shoo Mac away from the bird and called to Claire to grab me something to put the bird in. The only thing she could find was a milk formula box so, with the box behind it and my iPhone in front of it, I managed to ease the bird into the box. It didn't look hurt (I think Mac was still playing with it) and it soon calmed down once it was in the box. I made a couple of phone calls and it was agreed that the best thing to do was try and put it back close to where he had got it. Once Mac was fast asleep on the chair, I took the bird out to the trees at the back of our house and set the box down next to a hold in the fence. It jumped onto the lid and hopped down, slipped through the hole in the fence and fluttered into the bushes. I hope it survives now and escapes the other preditors in the area.