On Friday afternoon, Perry noticed an unusual bird call and went in search of the source. He enlisted my friend Shea's and my help to look for any unusual movement in the bushes while he looked around.  Other than the unusual call, nothing appeared out of the ordinary but we did notice several crows circling over head.

'Honey! Come here,' he yelled from the neighbors yard across the creek. 'Hurry!'

Shea and I hurried over (myself a little jumpy in anticipation of encountering a copperhead...) and we discovered this:

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We kept a respectful distance and watched as he continued to call out before growing silent as if instinctively realizing the crows circling overhead weren't looking out for his best interests.

Perry contacted a large bird rescue organization who requested we text them a picture. The nice woman we spoke to suggested the bird looked healthy and should be okay but that we'd probably saved it's life by interrupting the crows agenda. I ran back to the house to grab my camera (with telephoto lens) and managed to grab a few good shots.

After a little while, the little guy made it into the trunk of a tree so Shea and I fell back to allow Nature to do it's thing. He continued to call out but we assumed mom would come back when the coast was clear.

Saturday morning, a neighbor knocked on my door and asked if I knew what was going on with the bird sitting on the basketball goal across from our house since I was the 'mother' of the neighborhood animals. We discussed the best approach and he left to contact the game warden while I reached out once again to the rescue organization. They wanted me to try and capture it and transport it to their location in Oak Mountain but after seeing the baby bird crouch down in the 'I Wish You Would' position, I decided I was out of my league.

I took the bird's plight to Facebook and as always, my Facebook friends came through. Several offered to capture him for me but I was concerned about everyone, including the bird, sustaining injuries so I held out for a pro.

Enter Wade Ellis.

Wade sent me a message on Facebook and we made arrangements for him to come get the bird around 8:00 the next morning.

Here's the video of Wade in action:

Turns out, little Edward Fred or 'Fredward' is a Mississippi Kite and 80% of hawks, falcons, and other birds similar to his kind rarely survive the first year. He finally made it to Oak Mountain and after a little TLC, we'll receive a notice when he will be released where he was rescued.

Huge thank you to Wade and everyone who volunteered to come help, as well as the ones who continue to take care of Fredward until he's ready to be grown.

Enjoy the gallery below!

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