Too often we can find ourselves being cajoled, by the debate on bloodpsorts, into using the terminology of the hunting and shooting community. Expressions like ‘target species’ and ‘vermin’ are depressingly abundant in this world and it surely saddens anyone with a modicum of compassion to see nature demeaned by such a clinical vocabulary.
In contrast to this we recently tweeted on the impending end of the pheasant shooting season and it was both heartening and refreshing to see the way in which some of you commented on this news. Here are just a few of the remarks we received to send you off for the weekend:
'We have 12 females and a male that all roost and feed in our garden/small field. The male before this one was here for 8 years and we shared his ups and downs and supported him with easy food and water when he had a broken leg. I hate to hear the shoots and will be very glad to know they are finished with their slaughter for a while.'
'Percy Pheasant visits our garden regularly and we love to see the sun shine on his feathers…he's beautiful! :)'
'I live amongst it. It makes my heart cry every time. I will them to get away and when one does I clap! They might think i’m mad, but there is no word to describe what they are !!'