It's time for the big kill now. In the wood below us they have been blowing pheasants out of the air. The shooting goes on until Christmas and beyond (1st October-1st February).
Cock Pheasant
I just cannot see the attraction of killing a slow moving bird, or any bird that is. Does it pop into a shooters head "What a lovely day, the kind of day I want to go out and kill something". A day like that I want to enjoy to the full and it does not occur to me to deprive another creature the joy of the moment.
But the shooting goes on and the daftest thing happens. Pheasants that live up here at the top of the valley where there is plenty of food, disappear. They go off down into the woodland, crazy!
When the shooting stops after a few days a couple may drift back here again, but the numbers slowly dwindle.
We can only assume that they are so curious, instead of being scared, and go to see what all the noise is about ending up as another fatal casualty.
Curiosity kills the pheasant!
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