Yep, there he was...close to the edge of the stone wall! If he goes over it's at least a four foot drop to the ground below!!
"What is he thinking? Is he suicidal?" I thought. Calling the Pres with my cell, once again I asked him to come out to assist while I ran to get something to place him in.
This time we made a nest from a deep plastic plant saucer placing an old towel inside. Then we placed it in the arrangement near the front stoop.
Cuddling in the towel, he seemed content enough and because the arrangement was located under the nest, we figured Mom and Dad would be okay with that as they remained vigilant perched nearby.
He even turned for a split second to get that little smile right before Mom perched on the edge of the cement basket. Again, she fed him then flew off.
Thinking that all was going well, the next thing I knew, he climbed up the side and out onto one of the dried sticks and jumped. Once again, Crash landed safely.
This time, the Pres threw his arms up in the air with that very Italian~French Canadian attitude of his and said, "Well, he wants out, so the #$%^ with him!"