The blue tits fledged on Monday, and I saw one of them make their first flight out of the nestbox. They have now moved out of our garden, but the excitement remains with Chris the wren (his surname could alternatively be Packham or Whitty ) and his good lady, who have a nest in the large tree to the right of our garden.
Last night, while we were preoccupied with a virtual pub quiz, Chris made his way into our conservatory to have a look round and probably scour for insects. Trouble is that he left us a little present...