the top of the tallest tree in the area. I then spent about two hours talking to him but he wouldn’t budge until he finally flew again, this time to an oak tree which, by coincidence, was next to my house. We realised that in our area there were


no open spaces for him to descend as we were surrounded by trees. Although not recommended, I put a long ladder up the tree and climbed about 20 feet to a


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secure point. Yasha was still about 30 feet higher than me perched at the end of a dead branch. I really wanted to climb to this branch but felt it wasn’t safe. We taped his bell to the end of a 20ft window cleaning pole which just made it to the bottom of the branch he was on. When he saw this he carefully made his way along and down the branch. But he was scared of the white fluffy mop on the end so we quickly replaced it by taping


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