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Can you tell me what this mean bird is?>

im only joking cesare , but i dont agree with blood sports at all ,

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?

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.

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.
 
I once had an eagle (can't remember what kind) on my arm for a while. Amazing creature, just kept looking around the room trying to decide if anyone was small or weak enough to eat. Not complex creatures yer raptors. Identify prey, kill prey, eat prey, rinse, repeat.
 
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.

Yes, I'm not keen on the fox hunting type thing. I'm also not keen on trapping.
 
That pic in the OP made me LOL in a very quiet office :D

That thing, it's stance amongst the feathers and gizzard, with a 'Whut you staring at?' look on it's face :D
 
This one looks evil with his yellow eyes.
Some friends of mine have a few birds and they all look mental too. I once looked after them for a weekend :eek:

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?
 
I know you HATE Ted Hughes Milly, but anyway......

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......

I can imagine evil hawk thinking that, with his superior look. All like 'I'll stand here and eat my pigeon in my garden if I want'.

I'm warming to Ted Hughes actually. Some of his poems made me cry the other day.
 
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.

:(

I still feel guilty when I see the widow/er.

I feel really sad. He's just wandering about next door looking like he doesn't know what to do with himself. He's got a bit of straw in his mouth. My mum, rather callously, just said (meaning the feathers scattered around our garden) 'at least he has a memento of his wife, haw haw.' :mad::(
 
Akshully, I've always been a huge fan of ol Big Ted's pomes. And his prose stuff too. 'The Rain Horse' is awesome.

But yeah, he was a wanker as far as Sylvia was concerned.
 
Just looked it up in my bird book (Blandford's Nesting Birds and Fledglings), and like Callie I think it's a sparrowhawk.
 
the pic and the sparrowhawk both seem to have spotty bib where the peregrine falcon seems to have a monotone bib, so I'm going with sparrowhawk too.
 
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. :( :(

Bloody hell!

What did it use to kill the pigeon? Dynamite? :eek:
 
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