So I go outside and right in front of the door is this god-awfully ugly ball of half-grown feathers just sitting there looking up at me. I sort of creep past him against the wall not to make him flip out and hurt himself and sit down on the loading dock, 5 feet away from him.

He starts squaking away and puffing up all fat to make him look bigger than the cue-ball sized bird he is and just stops. He sort of looks at me and I guess realises I'm not going to eat him and starts hoping around. Eventually, his mother flys down next to him, nearly taking off my head and starts screaming at him to get away. She sort of pushes him to the edge of the dock and takes off. He follows in what could be best described as a bird who just had a 6 pack of bird beer deciding to fly home instead of calling a bird cab.

So now I'm smiling like a tard on the dock, having just seen this little birds first flight and feel an overpowering sense of pride. I was there when he was just an egg and then when he was a whining little bitch of a baby and now he was taking his first flight which will make him a good flyer and eventually will be flying over my car and taking massive shits on my freshly waxed paint.

It's so cute. I hope he doesn't get eaten by a cat or something because that would really suck.