The bigger one of the young ones were flapping his wings while in the nest and ended up falling out of it. Trying to get back in, he fell further down and ended up two branch levels below the nest. He looked at me, quite unhappy with his new digs which was windy and cold. I was thinking of trying to help him back to the nest but didn't want to scare him or his sibling. So there he was, out of the nest, helplessly flapping his wings every time his mother called for him but not being able to fly just yet. I didn't like leaving the office that evening, not knowing if he would still be there when I came back the next morning.
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