Immediately at home.
Howard, standing on his head, in his very own oak tree.
But this one was just too timid to let go of the apron strings.
I guess that is separation anxiety.
For two nights, Jean put a handfull of feed at the base of the oak tree to make sure they could find a food source. Instinct was taking over, as we already saw them eating from the tree, plus a half-dozen deer that started hanging around were undoubtedly cleaning up the feed, since it would be gone each morning.