Leaving the nest

A couple posts back I mentioned Stevie the sparrow.  While talking about the behavior of some of the barn swallows in the barn, I asked if anyone knew what became of Stevie and how he was doing.  Turns out that his benefactor had brought him to the barn again a week or so ago.  She and others were sitting out front talking and Stevie was perched on her finger.  He'd grown enough in the preceding days that he'd been taking short little flights and returning to her finger.

I'm told he made a few such little flights that afternoon then, apparently deciding he was a big grown up bird, flew off and didn't come back.  So the little guy (or girl, I guess we'll never know) returned to the wild.

Now if only "Born Free" had been playing on a radio at the time...