Clinging on for dear life

I think my great tit babies have fledged.  The nest box was quiet, with just one little soldier clinging desperately to the garden wall.  Then Jonathan Livingston Seagull swooped by on his way to the bird bath and I think fear must have lent wings to the nestling.  He disappeared, and hopefully he's found his brothers and sisters.

Extra: One family was staking their claim to the beach well before 9am this morning.