We had a little house finch nest by our back door this summer. Both parents were quite attentive to their kids and it was fun watching the child-rearing process, especially as they were learning to fly. But there was one little guy who just couldn’t get up the nerve to exit; after his siblings took off, he was all alone in the nest. He wasn’t fat and fluffy–he was more tall and gangly, sitting straight up in the nest with his wings tucked in tight, looking totally pathetic. This lasted almost three full days, with both parents diligently trying to coax him out. Finally, on day three, their persistence won out and he flew the coop!