Last week the three youngest and tinyest peewees all died, leaving me with just the three sub-adults and the free one who won't go away. This morning I fed the three in the cage as usual (and the free one, of course, just to shut him up) and opened the door. They stared at the open space for a long while, then one by one stepped outside to walk around the table top. A few miutes later they were testing their wings by zooming around the back yard, circling the trees and doing swoops. After ten minues of this two landed in the sycamore and called to each other. The third must have found it all too big and landed on the table near the cage. He let me pick him up and put him on a perch where he can look through the open door and can go when he's ready. That makes five successful releases, which is slightly more than a third of the rescues.
So for the first time in many months I am peewee free.