I went to bed quietly confident that we had done the right thing........ only to be awakened by hubby excitedly running up the stairs at around 6 a.m.
"He's still in the greenhouse!"
Jack had just settled himself down, in a well-hidden place and hadn't left at all. However, we left the doors open thinking that, now it was daytime and he was alert, he was bound to make a bid for freedom. Wrong. All he did was continue to peck seeds and chase off any other sparrows that dared to venture past the doorway! We watched him for what seemed like hours and, not once, did he attempt to step outside.
I decided that he needed a little encouragement, so I went into the greenhouse and quietly began to tidy up and move some plants around. Jack didn't like this as he now saw me as a threat. After a while of dodging me, it wasn't long until he snuck out the door and round the side of the greenhouse. I smiled and thought, "Yay, he's free." I continued to potter about while discreetly watching to see what he would do. Realising that he was in the open air, he paused momentarily and looked up at me with what I intrepreted as a bewildered look.
I'll leave the doors of the greenhouse open tonight...... just in case he needs a warm place to lay his little head, but I somehow don't think he will take me up on the offer. Now that he's in the big wide world, there's no going back.
Rock on little Jack Sparrow!