This fledgling dove sat for about a half hour on a rock just a few feet from the van as I puttered around the place. It seemed to be panting a little as if its first flight tuckered it out. Or maybe it was thinking, “So this is my life now, huh? I vote for going back to the nest. But I'd have to actually fly there. Crap.”
Shortly after I had put the camera away, a dove parent joined the youth, probably cooing words of encouragement, or maybe scolding it. The elder dove left and a few minutes later the fledgling flew off, with all the grace of a toddler learning to walk.