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bash the rich
You'll be glad to hear that there were no toffs on this expedition.
im only joking cesare , but i dont agree with blood sports at all ,
You'll be glad to hear that there were no toffs on this expedition.
im only joking cesare , but i dont agree with blood sports at all ,
I'm positive it's a Peregrine Falcon. I used to have one stuck to my window to scare the pigeons away.

Well it wasn't sporting on this occasion, they were farm hands trying to keep the population levels down. No, I don't like blood sports particularly but I see some types of hunting as not being a sport as such e.g. given a choice I'd rather eat meat that had been caught rather than meat from intensive farming methods iyswim.
Is it some sort of duck?
Despite being totally anti-bloodsports, I can sympathise with that.
I love the natural world, so although I wouldn't enjoy seeing a rabbit ripped to shreds, I would enjoy watching a hawk hunt, iyswim. Not for 'sport', but either in the wild, or as a practical and necessary measure.
Packs of dogs rampaging through the countryside with nob'eads on horses, shooting stuff etc, are another matter entirely.
Some friends of mine have a few birds and they all look mental too. I once looked after them for a weekendThis one looks evil with his yellow eyes.

Are there any good spots for seeing them?we have had red kites reintroduced up in derwentside , but far from hunting there natural prey they seem to be craving meat thrown out by the locals , but there beautiful to watch
Are there any good spots for seeing them?
if youre ever passing that way. they are massive!Hawk Roosting
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.
The convenience of the high trees!
The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth's face upward for my inspection.
My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot
Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly -
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads -
The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:
The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.
I know you HATE Ted Hughes Milly, but anyway......
Yeah, but...but...what about SYLVIA sistah?
what made you cry? Birthday Letters?


We had a couple of loved up wood pigeons in our office garden and one day I went out and one looked a bit poorly, when I got a bit closer the healthy one flew away and on the next step closer the sickly one tried to fly away in a panicked manner but flew straight into a window and died.
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I still feel guilty when I see the widow/er.


I do like the way that is the critical analysis you use in class too![]()
That's really cruel minnie![]()

It was only a paper one so therefore dead.... sort of![]()
My kids said 'I think you might be a bit biased, I'm going to do some research at home.'
Came back saying he was a knobber though, so that's okay.

Then it must be true
I still like his pomes though.
Have you read the Crow? I hate that. 'The vulva went over his head and strangled him' blah blah blah.
What do you think this birdie is that killed something earlier in my parents' garden?
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I think it killed a wood pigeon that always sat in our plum tree with its partner. Now there is a single wood pigeon sitting next door looking sad.![]()
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