A couple of minutes went by while I climbed down from the tree and walked back through the gate to the last place I saw Linus.  Of course there was no sign of him.  Silence greeted my renewed contact whistling.  The sun was nearly up, so the light was getting better.  Many wild birds started their morning calls but no sight or sound from Linus. For the next two hours, I whistled, walked and called for my boy.  I became intimately familiar with two redwoods, one large eucalyptus, and several Japanese maple trees.  No joy.  I even went back to the Bed and Breakfast grounds twice, thinking that his course could have taken him back there. 

You can only imagine my growing sense of frustration and unease, after initially finding Linus in the first few minutes of the search, only to then lose him so completely once again.  I went back to the tree he had been in.  I went to the last spot I saw him, near a small pool/courtyard area.  I knew Linus was unlikely to have been able to fly up enough to clear the roofs but he could have flown around the buildings.  Two of the possible routes were pretty straight along the last course he was on.  Those I had walked over and over again.  The third possible pathway was a rather narrow walkway that required almost a ninety-degree left turn to follow.  Linus doesn't turn well but he is able to make left turns better than right, because of the way his wings are clipped.  This pathway lead out to the main gate and over to another neighborhood. 


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