Sounds familiar. If it lives it gets a name! We had a cock pheasant turn up in our garden a while back, only hung around for a few days, but was christened ‘Phillip’ on day 1. I still don’t think I’ve been truly forgiven for taking Lucy the pig to the abattoir all those years ago, & putting Shaun the lamb on the spit didn’t go down too well either (even though she ate both).