Gunshots echoing around the valley this morning. Sexually inadequate morons blasting away at grouse on the moors. Killing wild animals for the sheer, adulterated fun of it.
A friend’s son was hired as a grouse-beater a few years back. Good pocket-money. He was astonished to see all the dead birds being thrown into skips at the end of the day. Such pointless waste.
“…wonderful. Science and history and geography and evolution and culture all tangled up in musings while walking about the moors around Hebden Bridge.”—PZ Myers
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