

I was able to get him in the net, but just as I went to release him into the wild, he took off into the garage again (can you say moron?). Well, he buzzed and flew, flew and hovered until "Houston, we have a problem, we're out of gas!" He just sank down onto the bed of the big red truck like Chances flying saucer running out of batteries. I think I laughed right out loud. "Sucks for you!" I thought he was dead.
So then I went over and picked him up. No, I did not administer mouth-to-beak. I took him in and stuck that little hyperdermic into some peach juice. After a few beaks-full of that, I took him outside and AWAY he flew! I should have been a vet
We expect to see a kangaroo or an ostrich next...