He left 12 weeks ago.
My first fledgling.
He tested his wings in the Big Easy.
What a place to learn to fly.
The town was kind to him.
For that, I am grateful.
He fluttered, he fed and he grew.
He found his way home.
For a short while, I think.
My nest is full again.
His wings are stronger now.
He is ready to spread them again soon.
My heart will ache when he leaves.
My heart will swell as I see him fly away.
My first born.