From our back garden yesterday it sounded like the Somme Barrage: for several hours the sound of shotguns echoed across the Heath. From past experience, I suspect this to have been a 'game shoot', during which Pheasants and Partridges are blasted out of the sky by hooray-Henries who've paid plenty for the privilege. This, of course, is the same crew who were strongly suspected of having shot a Little Bustard a few years back. Just a couple of thoughts:
- Where did these 'syndicate guns' come from? Not within walking distance, I'm sure
- How does being driven on a trailer to kill birds constitute 'essential exercise'?
- How much longer will we have to tolerate these archaic blood sports?