This little fella didn't make it. He was sitting by my potting shed trembling. I scooped him up and he settled in my hand reluctant to move. I think he liked the warmth. I wasn't sure what to do, so had a look on the RSPB website. The general advice seemed to be to return any fledglings to where you find them and let nature take its course. Reluctantly I did, but when I came back later he was dead. I know it's just the way of things, but the mothering instinct in me would have liked to have done something more.

My hay fever was TERRIBLE today. I am not good at suffering in silence :(