We host a nest of phoebes each year in the front porch rafters. I’m never sure if any of them survive the relentless predation of our cats, but each year I hope.
Yesterday one of the little babies flapped wings and stepped out of the nest.
Today it took flight. It made it all the way to a tree after a short stop on the porch rail.
Momma phoebe still brings it snacks and encouragement.
The nestmates do not look too impressed with their sibling’s feat.
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