#5 Fledges at 30 Days

#5 alone in the nest box at 5:30am on May 26, while a robin chirps outside:

I've worried about #5 from the beginning because the common understanding of nest politics is that the smallest, weakest, youngest of chicks will not get as much food as the others, will get picked on by the others, possibly even killed by the others, and one way or another, is likely to die long before the possibility of fledging. With our owls, however, we never saw a single indication of aggression toward #5 from any of his siblings, and the parents seemed to make a concerted effort to locate him during the feeding hullabaloo to make sure he got his share of moth, cockroach, and sparrow. 

So, even though we thought he wasn't set up for success, on the evening after all his siblings launched, younger, smaller, weaker #5 followed, leaping from the box at dusk, flying like a pro, into the nearby trees to join his family.

Here, he sits in the hole for many minutes, which I've edited out, chirping faintly while his parents call to him from the trees, and finally fledges with a simple, uneventful fwoop. And that is that.