Fledgling Blue Tit

I was doing some coaching in my office when I looked out the window and sitting on the garden table was a wet fledgling blue tit. He must have just left the nest and landed on the table. He was calling to his mother and seemed to be in some distress. He was scared and the territory was unfamiliar to him. His mother tried to come to his aid but was nervous of being so close to the building and eventually she flew off. The little fledgling gave up calling and settled down to preening his feathers and practicing flapping his wings. After he had dried out and gained confidence practicing he gathered Read More