On the first day, the bird showed up and he was in a foul mood. He’d landed in something sticky the night before, and hadn’t noticed it, so he’d been stuck to the branch in the morning. He spread his wings, released his grip and went nowhere.
After he’d figured out that he was stuck, he could think of nothing else to do but flap harder. So that’s what he did. It took him nearly a half our of constant flapping to finally get free of the branch. He still didn’t know what he’d landed in, but he knew that he wouldn’t be stopping in that tree again.
So, by the time he got to me, he was exhausted and his wings were tired. Which is probably why he was snappish when he told me that my idea hadn’t worked and we were still in the same situation as we had been the day before.