This little chap fluttered down for the first time today from his nest above our kitchen window. He landed on the garden table.
He sat there squeaking for a little while, then stretched his legs.
And then he hopped up onto the chair:
before flying away down the garden to a rather inaccurate landing in a bush at the far end.
Given how much energy his parents have been devoting to feeding him over the last couple of weeks, I think he’ll be off to a good start in life.