This little chap got lost last year. I got the fright of my life as I walked past the lounge door and spied him flying about indoors – he must’ve taken a wrong turning and flown in through the open front door. When I tried to rescue him he got himself trapped between the sashes of our old wooden windows.
Thankfully I have a young botanist in the house and he rose to the challenge of rescuing the Blue Tit. We brought him outside and popped him on the balcony. I fully expected him to fly off straight away but he stayed for a while to compose himself before scooting off to find his friends.