First flight of the honeyeater

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 ...