Yesterday evening I went outside to look for Jack. It had been a while since I had seen him. I heard mewing. I got a flashlight and pointed it towards the mewing--in the boughs of our yard's biggest tree. Sure enough, it was Jack. He had climbed straight up the truck of the tree and couldn't get down. In the picture, Jack is the white spot on the branch to the right.
The only ladder we have is not tall enough to reach where he was, so Tim got up on the roof. One of the branches reaches out over the roof. But then the trick was to get Jack to climb out on that specific branch. Jack wasn't going for that.
Meanwhile, our neighbor Dan had come out to see what the ruckus was about. He happened to have a ladder that would reach the crook of the tree, so he leaned it right up there and grabbed the Jack-a-roo. Woo-hoo! Thanks again Neighbor Dan for saving the day!
1 comment:
A BB gun would have been easier...
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