It was ages ago now, but hardly 10 days after discovering the nest, I got home, let the cats out, and this little fellow clumsily flew across the yard and thudded onto the windowsill.
I immediately grabbed both cats and shoved them inside. I thought, that can't be Mom and Pop's baby! They were just tiny things last week! But sure enough, a peek into the nest confirmed they were already flying! Flying badly, but flying. They landed all over the place. Here's one that kept sitting either in or next to the birdbath.
And this one thought the front porch wasn't a bad place to rest.
After the afternoon's comedy antics I didn't see much of the babies. Mom and Pop must have decided the cats would not be good for their children's health and took them to another yard. I still see Mom and Pop a lot and occasionally their kids, looking a bit more grown-up now that they have their tail feathers.