rescued

we think this little character must have flown into the window and stunned itself.  
The poor little thing was quivering on the path under the window.  I donned my disposable gloves to pick him up. A moment of frantic wing flapping  and then he hopped  onto my finger and sat there blinking and chirping at me.
After a few minutes he flew off to his family.
Very sweet moment and such a relief.  I had visions of us raising another little bird.  Memories of Pidgy flood back.
Not sure that Elsa would have been too keen.