When I got home this afternoon, I found a bird in the stairwell of my building. He was desperately trying to get out. Well, I assume such...by the way he kept flying into the window above the door.
I tried talking to him. Ummm, I'm totally guessing he was a him. I didn't check, didn't think to ask. I started off the conversation with, "I'm not sure if you even speak English, but..." He had no reply. My cats always spoke to me when I talked to them. They spoke their own language, but still, there was a response. The bird? Nothing.
I opened the door and tried to explain to him that it was his best chance at freedom. He chose instead to fly to the other end of the hallway. [sigh] Must be a teenager. So, I walked up the stairs, down the hallway, and opened the 'other' door...speaking to the bird the entire time.
I let him know that I was higher on the food chain and really knew what I was talking about. I told him that never-ending blue skies were only feet away. I tried scaring him towards the door. I even tried catching him...but only once.
That was about the time I realized I was wasting my time. I turned around and walked into my apartment.
Two hours later when I left again, there he was, still sitting in the window trying to peck his way out. I asked him one last time, "Are you ready to try it my way?" No reply.