Maybe he was a bit confused about his identity, and thought he was a House Martin but, whatever the reason, the Swallow shouldn't have been flying around in our bedroom.
On the upside though, he may have munched his way through some of the copious flying insects that share the room with us.
Luckily Swallows are one of the most accomplished flyers, so even though he was scared he avoided crashing into any of the furniture or the windows. We opened the bedroom windows and shut the door, and after a few more tours of the room he shot out of the room, over the pond and away. Hopefully the experience won't cause him too much upset and he'll still be around for years to come.
Update: The Swallow must like it in the house, as he has been in another two times. In the end we had to shut the door until he'd got fed up with the game.
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