They said her wings might be broken she might never fly again stuck in the nest afraid to come out but I know she can fly because i saw her flutter her wings when she thought no one was looking. One day, after all this time she walked a little ways out onto a branch and I saw her hop, hop, pause then hop a little farther than she had before. I think she likes it out on the branch even though it can feel a bit precarious. I think she wants to fly, she's just not sure how far or how long or where to, or if it's too late to try - Spring's long gone; it's almost winter, after all. I think she wants to fly. I think she will discover how.