The girls and I were in the shop the other day, checking on our chicks
{or rather nearly full grown chickens!}, when Sierra spotted a bird that wasn't supposed to be there. It was a little like the game, 'one of these things is not like the other'.
I suggested that Sierra leave it be, rather than catch it,
and I'd open up all of our bay doors in hopes it'd fly out.
It didn't.
The next thing I knew, Sierra was shrieking, crying, and trying to explain
that the little bird had managed to get caught in one of the many mouse traps lying about.
Poor little darlin'.
{or rather nearly full grown chickens!}, when Sierra spotted a bird that wasn't supposed to be there. It was a little like the game, 'one of these things is not like the other'.
I suggested that Sierra leave it be, rather than catch it,
and I'd open up all of our bay doors in hopes it'd fly out.
It didn't.
The next thing I knew, Sierra was shrieking, crying, and trying to explain
that the little bird had managed to get caught in one of the many mouse traps lying about.
Poor little darlin'.
No worries. Grandpa to the rescue!
He helped me get the bird out of the trap . . .
We cleaned up his feet a little, and that little fighter flew right off!!
3 comments :
You saved him! What a great story. A bird got trapped in our pen enclosure the other day, but I managed to catch it so I could release it outside. (After holding him a little, of course.) Poor little thing almost had a heart attack trying to find it's way out of the pen!
I love the second shot - gentle farmer's hands. :o)
Poor baby! I'm so glad you all were able to help him!
Awe, the girls will always remember that!
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