When I got to work this morning, things seemed all normal and dandy. That was, until we saw two of our coworkers from the other building, looking up into a tree. The weird thing about this despite not being an everyday occurrence, was that it was caddy corner across the street. No where near were they work. So, out of curiosity, Tom and I stroll out of our house to see what all the fuss was about this tree. What had happened was that a bird was stuck in the tree. It had some how managed to get his foot caught in a branch from what it looked like from the ground and was fluttering around upside down. A girl was there and later found out that she heard the noise the bird was making and proceed to get Richard and John to come out to help her get the bird out and this girl was obviously distressed about the bird’s situation. It was obvious that the bird was making things worse for itself and that the only was to get it out was by manual extraction. Either cut a branch, severe a leg or something. So, as the employee with the most athletic prowlness, I volunteered to go up the tree and rescue it. The tree is a fairly old tree with thick round branches. The branches are easily round enough to walk one without little worry, but on the other hand, some the branches were dead. So I managed to get up into the tree and onto the branch that the bird was stuck on. The bird was about 10-12 feet away from the base of the tree and would require me to move outward on the limb away from the tree. Knowing Physics, I knew that I was on a lever and that the farther I traveled out on the branch, the greater the amount of force I would be putting on the tree limb. I worried that the my downward force (thanks gravity) would be stronger that the force the tree was suing to hold onto the branch.
I was armed with a pair of very very dull scissors, so any type of cutting would have to be the hack and twist motion as I tried to find the sharpest part of the blades. Such is life, I guess. I made it out far enough that when I stood up on the branch I could reach out and get the scissors near the bird. At this point, I could tell that the bird was a Robin and that it had wrapped a piece of string around the branch and subsequently around it’s foot. As I got closer, it started making freaking out and trying to fly away. I tried to talk to the bird to assure it that I was only out to help it and not to hurt it. I slowly reached the scissor tips up to the bird foot to make a cut of the string and immediately tried to think of all the diseases that birds carried…hmmmm. The first cut was not effective as it did nothing to remedy the situation. The next cut was a cut closer to the leg of the bird, with the intention of making another cut on the otherside to free it completely. As soon as I made the second cut, the bird fell about two feet in the air then proceeded to fly away into another tree to regroup itself. Looking at the string, speculation was that it was trying to gather things to create a nest but had somehow managed to entangle itself in the process. I made it out of the tree without any problems. My forearms were a little scratched up from the tree back and I found a couple of pieces of bark in my shirt pocket, but other than that I was the hero of the morning.
One of the guys that I worked with said that “no good deed goes unpunished” and that some activist group is going to yell at me for disturbing the balance of nature, on Earth Day nonetheless.