Ah, a low level criminal.
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Ah, a low level criminal.
Nesting Birds, Nests and the Law - Protect the Wild
Nesting birds, Nests and the Law Under the Wildlife & Countryside Act 1981 (WCA, the primary legislation which protects animals, plants and habitats in the UK) it is: 'an offence intentionally to kill, injure or take any wild bird, or take or destroy their eggs or nest, or damage a…
But you might predate 1981.
Moi aussi.
Direct your indignation against cat owners though, first and foremost
Ah, a low level criminal.
Nesting Birds, Nests and the Law - Protect the Wild
Nesting birds, Nests and the Law Under the Wildlife & Countryside Act 1981 (WCA, the primary legislation which protects animals, plants and habitats in the UK) it is: 'an offence intentionally to kill, injure or take any wild bird, or take or destroy their eggs or nest, or damage a…
But you might predate 1981.
That'll make a very unusual change.
That'll make a very unusual change.
That would be the fine summer of '75 and the golden summer of '76 when egg collecting was a-buzz in our band of scruffs. A tricky business, and risky in climbing to get at some of 'em - thought i'd found me a magpie nest and climbed about twenty feet through dense branches only to find two chicks looking at me expecting a snack. So surprised, i lost my grip and bounced halfway down before hanging on with my feet. Cost me a broken arm that one. Always hold 'em up to the light and feel the weight to see if they're addled. If i'd seen sparrowhawk back in t'day i'd be sorely tempted but i'm far too old for such things now. Honest guv'
If anyone had suggested anything remotely like those kids we'd consider them mentally ill...and make sure an adult heard about it.
Ah, the simple pleasure of scrumpin' apples at this time o' year - i still enjoy a secret scrump of roadside fruit, but the days of stealin' in to the farmer's orchard are long past. It irritates me to see how many folk walk past blackberry bushes without a second glance. I mean, it's right there - why wouldn't you? Mind you, in my old stomping ground the farmer had a big dog with many teeth and he gave chase one time...had to run along the wall and Gaz didn't make it - falling off into a thick pile of brambles. My sympathetic laughter drifting by as i scurried past. They say an apple always tastes better when you grow 'em but nothing beats the sweet taste of a scrumpy apple.I was more of a scrumper, and a knock-and-runner.
Ours was a very clean canal - honest! - so, it was a great source of kiddly entertainment: fishing, swimming and, in the "proper" winters that we had back then, sliding on the ice.
Kept us all fit and active, with cracking tans
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