There was a commotion in our bedroom cupboard yesterday. A little starling had fallen from the loft. Fortunately, he landed on a pile of old clothes that have been put aside for the charity shop.
He's outside now being looked after by two very noisy parents. He's pretty fearless, but he knows to run and hide if I get too close.
And he doesn't approve of shutter noises.
We're keeping an eye on him until he learns to fly, which shouldn't be too much longer. He's able to go a few feet before crashing.