After six days and SEVERAL different attempts to get him out that did not work and A second trip on Friday by our friends (who are animal lovers like me) he climbed as high as he could go out on a very small limb as soon as Matt got close again with the bucket.He ended up falling 65 ft to the ground and he hit the ground running! That was at noon on Friday, hubby and I hunted him Friday and Saturday and had about decided he went off and died. Around lunch on Saturday my daughter-in-law and grandson found him under their outside storage shed. I lured him out with sardines and he is now home!! He is limping on his front leg and it’s swollen but other than that he is eating and drinking really good! I’ve talked to a vet and supposed to have his leg checked on Monday. They were closed on Saturday.