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LEARNERS PERMIT

Last week was the week of the fledgling.

The mocking-birds must have had a meeting and decided to push all the babies out of the nest.

I came home from a dog walk and there was a young bird trying to fly in the drive outside our house.

S/he was doing OK but it was hard to watch the misses and bumps that followed. They will light on anything to get the flying over with.

This one is some one else's mocking bird. Any port in a storm.

The next day another one (?) had gotten himself cornered with no place to hop around some very hot ceramic tile.

I gave him a boost toward the gate and out into nature by fanning a newspaper gently away from trouble and toward sanctuary outside the wall. He made his jump to the gate, then off to the honeysuckle bush and I let him go.

We are right in the middle of the action here. Mocking bird city.