He has gotten huge.
The two small trees he used to fly between in my front yard can barely hold him any more. I don't think he understands that rather than hopping around the front yard looking for worms like a robin or a wren, he is supposed to be soaring overhead using his keen eyesight to search for rabbits and squirrels. We find remnants all over the property - of fur, feathers and other things dropped or discarded by his parents.
But this guy - he is content to bend the branches of my cherry trees and provide me with entertainment every morning. I'm glad he's still around.