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First flight was evidence of this little miracle. More like a sporadic blurr of fuzz and the soft crash landing in a pile of dry leaves. A flapping frenzy ensued, interrupted only by some strict "stay very, very still" instructions from the ever-vigilant parent. This nestling-no-more finally emerged on an upper branch. Rewarded. Rewarding. Last seen
blurring in the direction of the more densely foliaged lemon tree. Never forget to grow your feathers ...