I live in a small “U” shaped neighborhood connected to a busy road. There’s a total of 54 houses in the suburbs (45 min North of Philadelphia). On the way home from work I saw one of the neighbor’s wives, Mrs. H walking along the main road and looking distressed. I parked in my driveway and went to see what was wrong.
She lost the family’s year old African Grey Parrot. It was last seen flying across the busy street. Her husband and son were speeding home. She looked like she was going to have a grief-induced aneurysm.
I told
Hank, Boomhauser, Dribble, and Dale a few of the other fathers on the street what was going on and we organized a search party. A mess of kids joined the search. That lasted for a few hours. Mosquitoes, dinner, darkness and
cold ended the fun. Mrs. H kept looking.
At 7:30 I saw that the whole H family was around a Douglas Fur tree on the corner of the busy road. They were going to get squished by a car. I grabbed a couple of flashlights and went down to help.
The bird was sitting on the limb 25ft off the ground, screeching and stretching-out to the owners. It was begging for food and saying “eat … eat … eat”. It would not fly down.
Their son tried to climb the tree and couldn’t get above the 10ft. mark (stupid fur tree snaps if you don’t stay right on the trunk, and the parents are worry warts).
After 10 minutes I said “Let me try and climb up there.” I had to ignore the protests of the scaredy cats. My childhood consisted of climbing every tree I could find. It finally paid off. I got my 236lbs. of I-used-to-be-in-shape-now-I'm-a-fat-ass up to the branch.
I shook the branch. I swayed the tree. I cursed at the bird. Damn thing would not let go. I had to bend the limb it was on all of the way to the trunk while dangling. The little bugger latched on to my jacket then started climbing up to my neck.
I forgot to mention, I’m kind’a scared of birds with beaks the crack walnuts.
All I could picture was the coroner’s report “Severe internal hemorrhaging from the fall and a missing earlobe.”
No bites. Tickled the living daylights out of my neck, but no bites.
When I reached the ground the family couldn’t thank me enough. On the walk back to my house
every neighbor that helped in the search came out to the street to see the bird and pat me on the back. It was really cool.
Looking back at the post I realize that the whole story sounds lame. “Guy climbs tree and catches pet bird.” Well, it was one of those little things that happens in life that makes you feel really good.
What’s happened to you that’s similar? Little victories of which you were secretly proud.