Whilst on a work skype call, I was vaguely aware of what my mother might have termed "a bit of a commotion" from downstairs. Turns out a juvenile blackbird had wandered into our kitchen, helped itself to a piece of dry cat food from the bowl on the floor (this latter being found by me some 4m from said bowl, in the living room), been disturbed by my wife, and performed several circuits of said living room, flapping at windows and crapping vigorously, until it spotted the open kitchen door and once more exited our abode.