Shoot the bloody bird. In nature it’s called survival of the fittest. If he’s continuously attacking the window he’s not being a very good father. I’ve killed a huge cockroach and a huntsman this morning. To be honest, I thought the huntsman was another cockroach. It was dark and I didn’t have my glasses on. I let a baby cane toad survive yesterday. I rescued him from the pool. I’ll probably live to regret that.