My daughter has two new charges, given to her for foster-parenting by the Wild Bird Fund. Unlike Pidgie, these pigeons were not injured, just orphaned and malnourished. The somewhat older one, Buddy, who is standing in the picture below, was already doing a great deal of wing-flapping and making flight attempts a few inches here or there when he arrived. Max, the real baby, would just follow Buddy around by foot.
After a couple of weeks, they could both fly, but Buddy was able to go higher. Their favorite place quickly became the bookshelf. I guess they liked the height. Buddy would go to the highest shelf he could manage and Max, who continued to follow Buddy around, would settle in a couple of shelves below. One day we decided to make him happy and put him on the same shelf.
By now — about a week later — they can both get to the top and are almost ready for the big wide world.