Mar 29, 2006 13:03
Went over to my old place over the weekend (for insurance reasons, someone has to spend one night a month there).
Took the air-rifle for entertainment purposes. Always fun plinking away at coke cans out of an upstairs window. However, the main reason to take it was to thin out the dove population. We got a few doves at the place many years ago and the population explodes without a cull every year or so at least. That, and the bastards breed with local pigeons and get black/grey bits. Still, went easy on them this time and only killed eight of them. Fun with the whole shooting aspect, less fun watching them choke to death on their own blood.
Still, had to be done.
Reminds me of when I was younger and around this time of year the lambs would be born. Obviously some of the sheep would die during the birth and we'd have to hand-feed them. We (the children) would name them, feed them until the could eat grass, watch them play in the fields and then 6 months later we'd get them killed and eat them.
I always find it funny when people get all upset that I ate something I fed and named, surely its significantly less hypocritical than eating meat from a supermarket?