Let me introduce Bubba, the one and the only

Mr Bubba, 'finally' decided to fledge today.
When I noticed him busily hopping around the flight floor, I snapped him up to band him.
Now I might be a nut job, but whenever I take out these little ones to check them and band them, I always drop a little kiss on top of their fuzzy heads (yea, I know

I was so surprised, that I almost dropped him on the floor.
I glared at him, and he glared right back (the little poop head) beak open and ready for more action.
As I struggled to band this biting, chirping little monster, he was busy chomping and chewing on my hand, making chirpy-growly noises deep in his throat.
This is one scary dude, and I hope he fits in with the rest of the crew without taking anyone out before he's a week out of the nest

Bubba, banded with Red on his left ankle.