He was being good as gold and so I decided, as he was so bonded to me, that we'll see how he does without the harness.
Oh dear. He was good as gold for about an hour, then he got brave and flew away. Up up up into the trees. I didn't even know he had the ability to fly that far! This was around 4pm. A dog walker came over and stood with me for an hour chattering away to Merlin, calling him down, he was so lovely. We exchanged numbers so I could update him about when we get him down etc. He offered me his jumper because it was getting cold and we didn't know how long I'd be left out there for!
Goodness I can't believe I was so stupid, he's not even clipped or anything so he's got the best flight he can get.
We tried getting in touch with the rspca, they refused to help until he'd been there 24hr+, fire brigade refused to help unless they got rspca go ahead. (Even though when we last visited them they said we could call them out anytime for things like this because that's what they do!)
We got a guy who was practicing rugby in the area to help us with his huuuuge ladders, but every time he moved the ladders, Merlin spooked and flew to another tree.
So after ringing lots of people who have cherry pickers and tree surgeons, we eventually got put in contact with a very very nice man who happened to be on 24hr call out (it was gone 6pm) and he eventually found us. Only problem is that the gates to the park paths were locked and we couldn't get him over. We tried climbing the ladders up the tree to get to him, no joy. We tried throwing things to startle him to get him to fly, to get him down but no look. (My other half even got his shoe stuck, whoops!)
We rang the council to see if we could get the grounds unlocked properly, after many many phonecalls around we basically got told 'no'. We considered breaking the gate and leaving a note 'sorry!' but we decided we'd give it a little longer trying to get him down.
We EVENTUALLY (10pm?) got him to fly to another tree which was on the good side of the gate and managed to get Andrew and the nice man up the cherry picker and get Merlin into his cage, he was good and just stepped up for Andrew.
He'd fallen asleep in the tree before last for a few hours, and it had gotten dark and was getting chilly, so obviously we were all worried. We had kids offering to attempt to climb the tree to get him down, a few people also hung around supporting us, helping us throw things, just generally hoping for Merlin to get to safety.
Anyway, long story short. I'm an idiot for even considering doing what I did (please no 'I told you sos'!) and that will never ever ever ever happen again. I'm so grateful to all the people out there tonight who helped in one way or another, especially John the cherry picker man! Who only charged us a pleasant £70 (we gave him £80 for being so fantastic!).
I'm officially crashed out. Merlin is asleep on his twirly perch thing outside his cage, he's done a lot more exercise than we thought capable of him today. I cried when Andrew got him into the cage, I was so scared I wasn't going to get my baby back, my poor baby who had tried flying down at times but just couldn't make the descent to us.
Home sweet home, with lots of yummy food.
Sorry for being such a stupid Parront&I swear I'll never do it again!
All's well that ends well, right?
Oh dear. He was good as gold for about an hour, then he got brave and flew away. Up up up into the trees. I didn't even know he had the ability to fly that far! This was around 4pm. A dog walker came over and stood with me for an hour chattering away to Merlin, calling him down, he was so lovely. We exchanged numbers so I could update him about when we get him down etc. He offered me his jumper because it was getting cold and we didn't know how long I'd be left out there for!
Goodness I can't believe I was so stupid, he's not even clipped or anything so he's got the best flight he can get.
We tried getting in touch with the rspca, they refused to help until he'd been there 24hr+, fire brigade refused to help unless they got rspca go ahead. (Even though when we last visited them they said we could call them out anytime for things like this because that's what they do!)
We got a guy who was practicing rugby in the area to help us with his huuuuge ladders, but every time he moved the ladders, Merlin spooked and flew to another tree.
So after ringing lots of people who have cherry pickers and tree surgeons, we eventually got put in contact with a very very nice man who happened to be on 24hr call out (it was gone 6pm) and he eventually found us. Only problem is that the gates to the park paths were locked and we couldn't get him over. We tried climbing the ladders up the tree to get to him, no joy. We tried throwing things to startle him to get him to fly, to get him down but no look. (My other half even got his shoe stuck, whoops!)
We rang the council to see if we could get the grounds unlocked properly, after many many phonecalls around we basically got told 'no'. We considered breaking the gate and leaving a note 'sorry!' but we decided we'd give it a little longer trying to get him down.
We EVENTUALLY (10pm?) got him to fly to another tree which was on the good side of the gate and managed to get Andrew and the nice man up the cherry picker and get Merlin into his cage, he was good and just stepped up for Andrew.
He'd fallen asleep in the tree before last for a few hours, and it had gotten dark and was getting chilly, so obviously we were all worried. We had kids offering to attempt to climb the tree to get him down, a few people also hung around supporting us, helping us throw things, just generally hoping for Merlin to get to safety.
Anyway, long story short. I'm an idiot for even considering doing what I did (please no 'I told you sos'!) and that will never ever ever ever happen again. I'm so grateful to all the people out there tonight who helped in one way or another, especially John the cherry picker man! Who only charged us a pleasant £70 (we gave him £80 for being so fantastic!).
I'm officially crashed out. Merlin is asleep on his twirly perch thing outside his cage, he's done a lot more exercise than we thought capable of him today. I cried when Andrew got him into the cage, I was so scared I wasn't going to get my baby back, my poor baby who had tried flying down at times but just couldn't make the descent to us.
Home sweet home, with lots of yummy food.
Sorry for being such a stupid Parront&I swear I'll never do it again!
All's well that ends well, right?