I was craning out about 12 small to medium pines at Sea World here in San Diego to make room for a huge new Shamu show tank. I had finished early and was driving out in my tool truck when I was waved over by a couple of Sea World wildlife biologists running up from behind me yelling stop.
They informed me that a very large Pelican was tangled up in a bunch of fishing line and hanging about 50 feet off the ground in a large Torrey pine above their research institute. They further informed me that the huge bird was completely exhausted and slowly choking himself to death as he feebly struggled to free himself. They pleaded with me to get the bird on the ground so they could treat it and hopefully save it's life.
The crane and crew had already left, so I drove across a few parking lots to the research institute and parked in front to check on the situation. Sure enough, a very large pelican had become tangled up but good in fishing line wrapped around a branch about halfway up a large Torrey behind the institute on the bay side.
I told the biologists there was no way I was going to try and man handle a bird that big and pissed off like Marlin Perkins, but that I would be willing to quickly climb the tree, position myself above the trapped bird, tie a lowering line to the branch on which the bird was trapped, and very gently lower it to the ground where THEY could get THEIR hands on it.
I quickly laid out my lines, footlocked up the tree, tagged in well above the bird, ran my lowering line through a crotch directly over the branch the bird was on, tied it about six feet from the bird, took a couple wraps and locked off the lowering line, fired up the saw and made my cut so the branch and bird slowly hinged down to a vertical hang, unlocked the lowering line and gently lowered the whole flapping furious mess to the ground.
The biologists were ready and eagerly waiting with nets and scissors and bird meds, the bird was apparently still healthy enough to give both bioloists a heck of a fight as they struggled with it on the ground.
I cut the branch back to a lateral, chucked the stub down away from the busy biologists, rappelled down, pulled out my ropes, coiled them, stowed them in my truck and walked back to check on the bird and biologists.
They successfully cut the big bird free after sedating it to calm him down.
They applied antiseptics to his many bloody cuts, then gently stuffed into a big ventilated box for the ride to the bird hospital.
They then shook my hand while thanking me profusely. I told them they were quite welcome, and that we would bill them for my time as well as the branch cleanup the next morning as an addendum to the original crane work.
I never fully realised just how big a full grown Pelican really was until I saw one taking on those two biologists that day, even trapped in fishing line and under a net, that bird gave em a pretty good fight, and they both had the bloody scratches to prove it!
Nothing like Marlin Perkins though, when he grabbed that full grown Condor
by the feet and rappelled with him down that cliff as the giant bird ferociously pecked him in the head. If Perkins hadn't been wearing a helmet that bird would probably have killed him!
I guess that's why they call it the WILD KINGDOM!
Work safe!
jomoco