"Hey Maw. I'm really lonely. If I flap my wings can I get out, too?" (10:16 a.m.)

"Maybe I can sneak out the back like Sue." (11:15 am)

"Gosh Mom. I'm really glad to see you while I'm trying to figure out how to leave."

"It's now two hours later so I'm going to try to fly out."

"Dang it. Flying didn't work either. What are my wings for?"

"I'll try to fly one more time...Hmmm, don't seem to be moving!"

"It's 5 p.m. and I've been sitting here all day and can't seem to get out."

"It's now 6:30 p.m. Now or never."

"7:30 p.m. Look how far I got -- but got to hunker down; that guy with the camera is on the loose again."

"The situation is that Dad just fed me, then flew off. So I'm going to jump off this branch and fly after him."

"Whoops. I jumped, furiously flapped my wings ... and slowly sank to the ground. What a bummer. And now that guy with the camera is following me. It's panic time."

"Was I lucky. Can you see me in the grass? What happened is that Dad saw me jump off the limb. Then he ran and grabbed a big worm for me, and told me to follow him as he walked across the yard to the garden and bushes."

"OK guys. It's June 17th at 7:42 p.m. and this is the last you'll see me for awhile. Au revoir, auf wiedersehen, adieu, sayonara, toodle doo, bon voyage, thanks for the memories, and good by."

The old homestead.