Canine Capers 4

After a good night's rest, we were keen to get outside and see what was going on in our neighbourhood. Yes, we're still trying to decide on a name for our agency, but no time for that when there's sleuthing to do.

Before long, there was a knock at the door, and suddenly we were looking up at two tall people and two short people. M, of course, took off in the other direction, intent on doing his best to steer clear of the approaching hands that he knew were coming his way. I, of course, tried to leap right into their arms and get as many hugs as possible.

At first it didn't seem like there was anything for us to do, other than stay out of the way and stay as close as possible. Then, almost by accident, we saw the littlest of the four trying to scramble her way onto the chair.

Suddenly, M growled. "One of the chair legs has caught the corner of the carpet and it's starting to tilt!"

I barked, and together, we successfully got the attention of the tallest of the four, who scurried over to whisk the little mountain climber to safety.

Phew!

That was exciting enough, but what happened next was most surprising.

After the four left, we got on the Internet where we read that a few days ago, Isis, one of the Peregrine falcons in the Radisson Nest Box, did a crash-n-burn when she took her first flight. That made us sad and we wanted to find out how she was doing.

"This is something for the birds," I suggested.

So, we went outside again and enlisted the help of three crows sitting on the overhead wires in the back lane.

"Hey, you three," called M. "Can you do us a favour?"

Immediately, they came up with a plan to help us out. Carli Crow led the way as the three of them took flight. She called out to us over her left wing: "It's only a few miles as the crow flies, so we should be back with an answer for you in no time at all."

From what we found out later, the three flew as far as Route 90, where Carli asked her friend Jonathan Bee to buzz his way to Arlington. There he met Harriet Rabbit and asked her to hop as far as Spence Street, where she conveyed the mission to Darcy Dog. Darcy went as far as he could before flagging down a passing butterfly — oops, forgot to get her name — who agreed to go directly to the source — Isis' mother, Princess.

The relay worked equally well in return, and within the hour we had our answer. Isis had been scooped up by the concerned humans and taken to rehab where she was checked out. All was well and she was released, rejoining her siblings at the nest where they underwent intensive flying therapy.

Double phew!

Hard to beat a day like that, but as I always say, don't count your chickens before they hatch!

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