Blue tit's first flight

I was just getting up this morning when I heard a 'thunk' against the window. I opened the curtains and there was a baby blue tit clinging to the outside ledge of the transom, staring in at me. It fluttered its wings and cheeped rather pathetically. I rushed off to get my camera but by the time I returned it had managed a second flight and was perched on the nearest twig of next door's overhanging copper beech tree.

Blue tits seem particularly clumsy when it comes to learning to fly. Another one flew straight into the patio doors at the side of the house last week, landing dazedly on the step, where it shook its head and scrambled back into the air, to land safely on the lilac tree once more.