One day recently I finally saw one of the new fledglings sitting on a table directly in front of our front windows.
It appeared fearless as I took many pictures through the window. It even stayed put as the watchful Blackwell got as close to the window as he could.
One of it's parents arrived with something for it to eat.
It stayed on the table for a long time, stretching its wings, seeming to get the feel of its own body.
Eventually it flew to the ground where it stayed even longer as its parents fluttered back and forth around it. And then it flew away.
But a day later a second one appeared and the two seemed confused as they fluttered about. First one, then the other perched on a wire of lights hung for my party recently and there they sat, side by side.
Finally they were gone, off to find adventure in their new world.
And we got our front patio back.
At least for awhile.