Gold crashed.

This beautiful little Goldcrest bumped into our kitchen window tonight.
I picked it up from the ground and let it rest in my hand for around 20 minutes. The first few minutes it was sitting there dazed, eyes closed and beak open, gasping for breath. I thought it would die in my hand.
But after a while it became more and more alert and we even had a moment of real eye contact. Suddenly it hopped from my hand to my shoulder and rested there for a while. After another five minutes a soft chirp and a small dropping on my shoulder and pfffrrrrrrtt, off it went. Into the bushes of my garden. 
I hope he will make it to South Europe for the winter.