I thought about that. I am worried that a lot of dead birds being found will raise a false West Nile virus alarm, as it has been detected in dead birds in this area. I guess if I'm careful about placing the "treats", no one will be able to trace the actual cause back to me even if a lab was to detect what had actually killed the birds. I don't know if they just do a specific test for the virus if a number of dead birds are reported, or if some "wider" toxicology screening is done. The latter sounds expensive, so I doubt it.
I came up with an interim idea because I got distracted today and never got the birdseed/anti-freeze. I had a couple of mouse traps stuck in a drawer from back when I first moved into RT, because as I was cleaning out the stuff left behind by the folks who lived here before me, I found mouse droppings & thought the cheese-eating bastids might have set up shop here.
(I never did catch any, which I guess was better than if I had - nor did I ever see hide nor...err, crap of 'em again)
It occurred to me to set an "armed" one on the car mirror mount, and one on the porch rail where the bird had been landing. Maybe I'll get lucky and snap a wing on the sukka... ...or its neck.
On a related note - this son of a bitchin' bird is positively insane
. This evening I sat outside & read for an hour and a half or so, and practically the whole damned time, I could see the very bird I want dead sitting on a tree branch near one of my back windows, eyeballing its reflection in the window pane and lunging at it over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over. I could hear it clunking against the window as it pecked away at it's image... ...or rammed it, or whatever. I kept trying to sneak up on it and bash it with a stick, but the damned avian eyesight's too good.
Pity it didn't break its own neck flinging itself at the glass.
I don't really expect too many "incidental casualties" besides birds other than my nemesis. I suppose the odd meandering chipmunk or squirrel might snuff it. And if the rabbits who ate my Chard last year go, too - all the better.