One brief moment. That's what it took to suddenly be on the brink of disaster.
All I wanted to do was to take one or two quick photos that would update you on the progress of the current Woolfolk project. I turned my head ever so briefly to adjust that magic hem and lay a tape measure so as to prove that progress is being made.
And then. . . .
You must understand that I forgot that Bert was flying free and enjoying life. He was quietly entertaining himself and not bothering me at all.
And then. . . .

Faster than my hand could swat, but not so swift that my trigger photo finger could not keep snapping, that creature was ready to grab for the opening and explore the fancy color that had attracted him.

Maybe it was the hole that looked like it needed exploring.
Maybe it was a crazed old Cajun lady screaming louder than a jungle bird.
What ever it was, it was a temptation that could not be resisted.
Bert accomplished his goal and discovered a new activity. And he quickly learned that such activity is a sure way to be sent back to bird jail!
The yarn is unharmed.
And yes, I ate the Halloween candy as a way to deal with the stress of mothering a curious creature.