A wee coal tit flew into my living room window. Ran outside and he was fluttering around on the ground. When I picked him up he was obviously in distress, so I talked to him gently until he calmed down, took him into the house and checked him over. He could move his legs, flutter his wings and turn his head so no broken bones and he wasn't paralysed. Decided to try and help him through this so made a little nest for him and kept an eye on him. He seems to like sugar water, in moderation of course, just 2 or 3 drops to keep him from dehydrating and give him a little strength. The biggest challenge however will be seeing if he makes it through the night. Here he is not looking too happy right now, but he's alive.