What's flying near you?

I traipsed up to the gh in my nightie, for the morning forage and on my return to the house I heard a big fluttering. I thought nothing of it, assuming it was a robin escaping fom the feeding station by our bedroom window. I trundled indoors ready to pop back into bed with a coffee and found the fluttering was now inside.

   

A great tit must have been investigating the window when I frightened him into the bedroom.  He wasn't too frantic, so we opened the windows and left him to find his way out.
That'll be an adventure to tell his grandkids.