Bad news: kindness has not killed the fledgling.
The mini Batman pooped up a storm in the feed room today.
Cole couldn't contain his enthusiasm.
By evening, he was flying stronger, making it harder to catch him every 30 minutes for feeding.
Clocking out and taking our work home with us.
Guidelines say to feed him until dusk. He's on my porch now, redecorating the freshly painted floors.