I'm checking through my various recipe books for a suitable sauce to use with roasted Blue Tit. Nowt so far. But, if it comes to a fight to the death - and I win - then I wouldn't want to waste the little chap.
Way back in the past, when Jan and I lived in a 3 storey town house in Essex, we arrived home one day to hear a strange noise from the bedroom [top floor].
Holding my woman behind me to protect her from whatever was in the room, I slipped bravely in....
....to find about 40 house martins flying around the room cra**ing all over. They had flown in through an open window.
I had to eject them, one by one, having grasped each of the little gits in my hand. I still have the lamp shades with the bird sh** on them.
In our next house, a couple of starlings flew down the chimney and I had to get them out too.
I have thought of building myself a big nest in a nearby tree and going to live there, so life would be easier for the little beggars.