Ah! You’re almost there, Celeste!” whispered Lafayette encouragingly. “Just a little bit more.”

Celeste felt her jaw muscles ache. Gnawing tough leather was not easy.

“A little more…just a little more…Yes! That’s it!”

The heavy leather strap fell to the floor, and Lafayette leaped up with a flap of wings.

They glanced at the bed; Audubon was snoring peacefully.

“Pumpkin pie,” Lafayette said, “you are one good friend to have around! My, oh my, but does this feel good. Thank you, darlin’, from the bottom of my ever-lovin’ heart!”

“You’re welcome,” she said, rubbing her swollen jaw.

“If I can ever be of any service, don’t hesitate to give a shout, anytime, day or night. I am forever obliged.” Lafayette gave a little bow.

“Would you come visit me?” queried Celeste.

“Well, sugar lamb, I’ll definitely be keeping an eye on you,” promised the osprey. He nodded at his wing. “But it may be a while before I come for a visit. It’s a dangerous world out there. Now, you be careful, you hear?”

“You be careful, too, Lafayette.” Celeste smiled.

And with that the osprey flapped to the open window, tested his lame wing, leaped joyfully into the air, and was gone.