Now please understand that I like birds, where would our gardens be without them, I love to hear birdsong, to see the Robin on the fence whilst digging the garden, waiting the opportunity for an easy worm, to see the empty snail shells after the Song Thrush has had its breakfast. I do not begrudge the odd fish taken by the occasional Kingfisher although I did take action against the Herons from slaughtering the fish at every opportunity.
I take in my stride the constant splashing of my car when parked under the Ash tree and morned the demise of a new family of Blackbirds after my cats went on a killing spree.
To see the Tits playing tag in the trees is a constant joy (apart from the neighbours that is)
and the dawn chorus is a joy to listen to, except for that bast*rd Collared Dove thats sits in a fir tree right outside my bedroom window coo-cooing to its demented mate from 5.30 onwards every bl**dy morning, oh how I long to see it disemboweled on my doormat along with the other dead things left as ritual offerings by the cats, I would forgo a lottery win to see it shuffle off its perch, succumb to bird flu or come to some other hideous end.
I go to bed praying for rain in the early hours as that's the only time I get any relief from
the wretched thing.
May it rest in peace
soon:(
