Before I knew it, he was out of the tree and out of the courtyard.
I shooed him back into the courtyard and closed the door. There's a cat that run's free in the neighborhood and he likes to hang around here.
The little one flies from driftwood to sculptures. It seems to grow as I watch it. All day long it's been flitting around the courtyard and both parents have come to feed it.
It can fly rather high, but not up into the tree. It seems to eventually be able to turn itself around on a perch to get going in the right direction. It's now getting dark and the mother seems quite concerned. I think it will be alright in the courtyard for the night. There seems to be a lot of feathers on this little one and they can fluff out quite a bit, too. I wonder if a sibling will be joining him tomorrow leaving the smallest of the three baby birds alone in the nest.