Freedom isn't always obvious

I've been listening to this bird stuck in my screen porch all morning. An hour ago I opened the door so it could find its way out. But there it still persists, banging away at the same place in the screen, trying the same old thing, putting more and more effort into it, while behind it lies the open door to its independence.

Update 8:04 AM Darn. It was so close to the door, a foot away, then it reverted to the farthest location, where it had been before. Freedom was within its grasp, but it failed to nominate, er, see that potential. Will it have another chance before it grows too weak from flailing in its perceived captivity?