With careful steps and ready with help, I gathered the entangled robin, along with the ball of twine, while assuring her that she would be released. Then with sharp knife and patient care the threads were clipped one at a time until the last thread was off. Her aides were near watching in subdued silence. Now unafraid, lying on the palm of my hand, she was making no effort to fly away. It was time to give her an upward thrust into her native element. With chirps of gratitude she found her wings and mounted skyward with her kind.
A parable of rescue of the lost in dilemma.
Found in the papers of D. W. Lacy, 1910 - 1999, over his signature.
For another bird story by Rev. Lacy, see Converting a Jay Bird.