Saturday - Day 2 of the sparrow-freeing operation. The daddy sparrow has stopped carrying food to the remaining youngster, and instead is making encouraging if you want to eat, you'll have to come and get it chirps.
This means Plan A, which involved trapping the young ones in a box as they took the bait from daddy, wasn't an option. And so, Plan B: cut a baby-sparrow-sized hole in the soffit and wait.
And in the photo, here we are, waiting. At this point, the youngster had worked up enough nerve to investigate the new feature in her environment, but hadn't convinced herself to enter the big bad world. That took another fifteen or twenty minutes, not to mention a few near misses as she almost fell through the hole.
Finally, and without any fuss, she dropped through and fluttered across the garden to one of the neighbour's trees. Pretty impressive, really, when you consider it was her first flight.
And it was shortly thereafter that I realised there was another sparrow fledgling, this time at the front of the house. At least that one was easy to deal with: lift a soffet panel at a join, wedge it open, and wait a minute.
Thanks for stopping to take a look.