Day 5. The night.
Working side by side with police officers we spent the night collecting bird callers off private land.
MP3 players, speakers, cables, motorbike and car batteries. All of this equipment is used to play bird calls, usually Quail. To lure birds down from the skies, to then be killed. It’s illegal to hunt with lures such as this.
The hunters have these callers playing through the night, so that when they arrive early in the morning the birds are there. Ready to be shot. The Quail are sitting ducks.
The hunters go to extreme lengths to hide their contraptions, often burying them and sealing them with concrete. Oh how I’d love to be a fly on the wall when they discover it all gone or destroyed.
It was a very satisfying experience. Knowing that every called we destroyed was saving a few more Quail lives.
At one site was an area set up for wader trapping. Shallow pools with fish, and areas prepared for nets which will be put out as soon as the trapping season opens. Or maybe before if they just cannot wait. Everywhere I looked I saw cages. A Golden plover within each one. It broke my heart. So many birds that were once wild, now facing imprisonment for life.
I can’t comprehend how these men sleep at night. Do they feel no remorse for the loss of lives, the waste, the damage, the pain, the cruelty.
I have two words that describe my thoughts. Selfish. Monstrous.
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