She reminded me of I Love Lucy.
As with the last pair, the female appeared, waited throughout the day, and next morning, a male had found her.
Again, they mated all day and were gone the next morning. But this time, I saw them part. I went out at 10:00 p.m. and they were still together, but flapping their wings vigorously, as if struggling to separate. Eventually they uncoupled and each clung to the twig, rapidly fluttering their wings. It was a cool night and I thought they were trying to get the blood flowing in preparation for their flights. She took off first -- and landed on my arm! I realized it was her first flight, ever, and it moved me. I let her rest a bit, then, realizing it was late and way past my bedtime, I gently lifted her off. She flew a couple of feet to a lit window on the back of the house. He flew into the treetop. I went inside, and a few minutes later, she had flown away to lay her eggs.