Animals were a complicated thing really, when you really sat and thought about it - Azriaphale knew of course, but if they weren't delicious then truly what was the point in ending the life, for a meal that wasn't worth the time it took to prepare? No it was unacceptable. Entirely unacceptable.
Okay perhaps it was a small thing, inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, they were animals, just birds really - how many birds had he eaten in his life? More than any human certainly. And yet this did not sit right with him. And certainly he could have taken care of this on his own, he was capable, but there was just something about knowing that Crowley would not only agree with his outrage, but also help him that made the effort of explaining himself to the demon worth it.
"Murder? No, no of course not." Even now, free of the binds of heaven in some sense, Aziraphale was no murderer. And Crowley had never truly been either, he was rather good at temptation though.
"But a new place for them to live, protection for as long as they are here among these .... humans." He schooled himself and nodded. "Yes, a new home would be better for them."