While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Okay, not really a tapping and not really as rapping at my chamber door. It was more a flapping. A frantic flapping, flapping in my backyard.
Taking a closer look, I saw that it was a bird near the trampoline. Flying, but not flying. It was near the safety net of the trampoline. It was IN the safety net of the trampoline.
I went out to investigate, thinking to grab some gloves on the way. Sure enough, the robin had somehow gotten all tangled up in the safety netting.
|"This is SO embarrassing. Please don't post it on your blog!"|
Well, actually, I never quite figured that out. He was in there, but good. I eventually just took the yard shears to the netting and cut him out. He plopped to the ground and I hoped he would flap out of the netting that remained between his feathers.
He made a pretty decent run for it though, ending up under the safety of our utility trailer. I left to go run a couple of errands. When I came back, he was gone. I did see another robin, though, that COULD have been the tramp robin with no netting accessories. He had that what-a-hell-of-a-day-I've-had look about him.
There are some that say that the sight of an animal in an atypical situation is a sign of something different on the horizon.
Robin in a net? What might that signify?