...are flying, in perhaps a loose interpretation of the word, about the garden now.
This one was sitting on an iron table by the workshop. Apparently at this age they are programmed to not move when approached, so could take this photo.
Then he took off like a bullet and made about thirty feet in a go with a relatively credible landing. With what little tail he has at this stage of development I don't know if he can actually steer rather than just go in a straight line.
This sort of thing just fascinates me, even at "my age".