I have another sparrow in my fireplace, banging it's stupid head against the glass door. They fly down the flu all the time and can't get back up. There was a time I used to open the sliding glass door and then the fireplace and let them fly away but they would always spread ashes across the tiles in the process so now I just let them die in there. If I could start a fire inside without opening the door I certainly would so as to hasten their demise and shorten their suffering.

The sparrows here, although being utterly stupid and antisocial, do have the right of free speech. Yes they can bang away all they like, but I'm under no obligation to answer their calls. It's my fireplace and they have had long enough to figure out the consequences. Once there was no fireplace here, no house here, only trees, and back then they owned the place. But a new boss is on the block now and he's decided to change the rules to suit himself. The secret to happiness is to move with the times, and not keep wanting to go back to the good ol days