Window-Stricken Greenfinch (with a happy ending, and photos!)

This morning, at precicesly 8:55am, whilst laying in bed feeling blue, I heard the unmistaken thud of a bird hitting a window downstairs. In what seemed like no longer than 5 seconds I had flown out of bed, dashed downstairs, stuffed my feet into my wellies and rushed outside (still in my pyjamas!). There on the ground underneath the sitting room window was a beautiful male (I think - quite dull but had very bright green feathers coming through on its belly, which made me think it was a young male) greenfinch, stunned and fluttering around on his back in a bit of a state. So I duly picked him, took him inside to the sitting room (wamrest and quietest), sat on the floor and held him close to me, as he twittered softly to himself. We sat for about 10 minutes while he slowly recovered - at first things didn't look too promising as his head began to droop, but he was still breathing, so I persevered. Eventually he bagan to wriggle, so I gently took one hand away and he grabbed onto the other one with his tiny little feet, stretched one wing, and lifted his head up and looked me right in the eye. So I took him back outside and placed him on the bird table, where he sat for a further 10 minutes to get his bearings. He was very confiding of me and let me stay quite close to him whilst doing so, so I grabbed a few pictures of my little friend, before he flew away, off to enjoy the rest of his happy life :)