I haven’t got a loft, yet, but I found him in town looking all depressed outside a shop, so I walked up, picked Squabble up and took Squabble into the taxi home with me.

I think the little tyke was dehydrated as he became fit as a fiddle once home and having gotten some food and water.
I thought he was hand raised and released or escaped from somewhere, but has no identification anywhere and apparently feral youngsters are pretty docile. Squabble is super sweet and cuddly, though with a bit of a rebellious streak.
Also that is an adorable pullet!