The nicer varieties of birds are encouraged into the royal gardens. What the Queen wants are the beautiful singers (lovely ideally in voice and looks but a sparrow won’t be turned away). What she doesn’t want are birds that rip other birds apart for their food so no magnificent falcons or sparrowhawks here. They - and their magical equivalent in terms of birds of prey - stick to the wilds not daring to do anything else. Being blasted out of the sky by a gun on Earth is one thing, the bird does have a chance of getting away, but in the Kingdom no spell cast specifically at a target misses and the birds are in no position to cast spells back to defend themselves. That privilege belongs to the humanoid type of magical being only. The Witch’s dragon uses its natural cunning to help it and those spells it picked up whilst it lived with her. But this is odd and dangerous… Nobody wants wildlife being too clever. Nobody wants to consider where that might lead.
There is a Rough Guide to Magical Creatures book (every household must have at least one copy) and a fairyvision programme based on the volume is broadcast frequently (everybody is expected to watch). Updates are added as and when new species are discovered though it has been noted with some dismay this only happens when some unfortunate dwarf somewhere ends up being dinner for a creature the realm has not heard of before, witnessed by his colleagues. There is a reason only the dwarves work in the deeps. The other species aren’t stupid. The dwarves insist they’re not but given the inherent risks just associated with mining, the other species beg to differ. Mind, the dwarves do come up with some excellent descriptions of the new creatures - accurate, explicit and known to make the fainthearted sick.