Let's just say that in England, his feet wouldn't have touched the ground! As for criminal charges, you'd just start at A, as in Attempt to perv at his neighbour and go through the alphabet to Z for, Zoom lens, unlawful use of!
Let's just say that in England, his feet wouldn't have touched the ground! As for criminal charges, you'd just start at A, as in Attempt to perv at his neighbour and go through the alphabet to Z for, Zoom lens, unlawful use of!
I did have a neighbour, years ago, who thought it perfectly acceptable to shoot birds on the roof of my house and garage with his air rifle.
Pigeon pie aint that bad to eat (I've eaten Aussie Top knots a wild pigeon) tried Pink & Grey Galahs cannot say they were nice but still protein.
Living out in the sticks I would think it perfectly acceptable to shoot pigeons - anywhere! My garden is fertile on the strength of the amount of pigeons both buried therein and the carcasses of those made into very tasty wild casserole or stews. Flying tree rats we call them here
I had them when I was very young and they were done by my great uncle...I'm sorry but I can't agree that they were tasty. Must have been the look of grey meat that influenced my mind when I was young. After all the garbage that was fed to me as a serving member, I still look back and say no thanks...flying rats, yes here too. They live everywhere on the streets downtown here.
Tastes like chicken Jim! Put in a pie or casserole with some pheasant, a few chunks of that other rat species, muntjuc deer and rabbit........ lovely! My local butcher bags up enough, mixed for 5 or so big casseroles
I was 71 out of 72 with pigeons on my roof. One hole in the gutter. Was living in Calif too. I used CB shorts. After a while they got the hint and flocked to another house. Not fast learners. Cost was 100 round box of ammo for $6.95. The neighbor had some guys come out and put sticky stuff, then later cat urine on their roof. It worked, at a cost of $1,100.
I picked up a road injured pheasant only last week. It was still fluttering in the hedge so I stopped and picked it up to take it to the veterinarian. Alas and very sadly, it died on the way. I was in bits..... But waste not, want not and all that. My dad taught me these skills when I was young plus we did some survival stuff on my parachute course up in the hills but luckily we had a real butcher on my course called 'Jock' McGowan.