8x57
Distinguished Member
About five or six weeks ago I noticed that some wood pigeons had set up a nest in the fork of a tree roughly 15 feet away from the window of my reloading room. Along with my six year old granddaughter I've watched the hen sit on the nest and hatch a single squab and monitored the gradual development of the squab to the point where it was just about ready to leave the nest. Every time my granddaughter visited we had to go and take a peek at the nest to see how "my" pigeon was coming along. (My granddaughter did correct me- "pigeons don't belong to any one, they're wild bampi".
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Then Sunday morning as I'm preparing lunch I hear a tremendous racket outside and go to investigate to find a mob of 11 or 12 magpies, I lost count, attacking the nest with the squab nowhere to be seen. I scared them off but later on found the squab on the ground stone dead having suffered numerous penetrating pecks to the chest.
I know that it's only natural and that nature can be so very cruel but is is normal for me to now harbour such murderous thoughts towards certain birds that will only be satisfied when I have a line of twelve of them hanging on my garden fence.
Then Sunday morning as I'm preparing lunch I hear a tremendous racket outside and go to investigate to find a mob of 11 or 12 magpies, I lost count, attacking the nest with the squab nowhere to be seen. I scared them off but later on found the squab on the ground stone dead having suffered numerous penetrating pecks to the chest.
I know that it's only natural and that nature can be so very cruel but is is normal for me to now harbour such murderous thoughts towards certain birds that will only be satisfied when I have a line of twelve of them hanging on my garden fence.


