Tigger

His mama, Frances, bravely used a ladder to try to reach him and came so very close. If she stood on the next-to-highest rung, she could just reach him well enough to touch him, but not well enough to pick him up or pull him down. After Tigger had spent two nights in the tree, Frances finally found me. She told me about the vultures flying by overhead, and I did not want to let Tigger stay up there any longer.
The tree was positioned between a fence and a large ditch and another smaller tree was growing immediately next to it. Tigger was set at the top of the trunk where it split into stems that each went off in different directions. He had a comfortable place there, but there were no branches above him that I could use to tie my rope. I found only one branch that I could use that would place me only a few feet away from Tigger, but when I tried to pull my rope over that branch, it would not go. I tried to pull it from the opposite direction, and, again, it would not go. It was not clear from the ground, but the crotch had a deep, narrow groove partially obscured by some vines, and it was too narrow for the rope to fit.

When I held the carrier up to him, he looked inside and appeared somewhat interested, but he was hesitant to go inside. He eventually stepped inside with just his front legs, but would go no farther. The carrier failed, so I pulled it down and went back down the ladder.

I climbed up to Tigger and he happily greeted me. He even stepped onto my lap a couple of times. We visited for a minute or two and then I scruffed him into the bag. As I did so, he grabbed the branch with his front claws. When I pulled his legs away, he latched his claws into my hand instead. I secured him in the bag, brought him down and gave him to Frances. Frances took him home, released him inside and fed him. Tigger was glad to be home.
After I packed up, I went inside to see him, and he came over to greet me and rub against my leg. He felt good enough to start playing with his toys. Later, Frances sent me this picture of him stretched out on the bed. Tigger is going to be just fine.