It's not every day that a bird taps at my window, but this fledgling showed up this evening. He seemed quite lost, dashing along the length of the window and screen and then he lost himself in the boxwood as if uncertain which way was out.
Not long after, I saw him thrashing against the fence.
Instinct only gets a bird so far. There's an awkward time of flapping about, gaining both coordination and sense.
Hopefully this little guy will make it safely through the next few weeks, and he'll take to the skies gloriously.