know they are one of the most stupid creatures on earth but I still feel guilty for punching a pidgeon whilst coming back from shopping in Kings Lynne on friday night (the shops here in Ely are crap). I hit it doing several miles an hour on the A10. It flew up from the left and hit my left fist (why do they always go for my hands, the other time I hit one it went for my right hand), then hit my left knee, I saw it lying in the road in my mirrors. Scared the pants off me.
Might not have been in Norfolk I may have crossed the border into nearly civilised Cambridgeshire, but fisting pidgeons sounds much more a thing they do over the border.
what a sick title!
also, don’t feel guilty. there’s plenty of them to spare
I was expecting to read something in the adult section having read the title…
If it was a countryside wood pigeon - proper nice bird that wouldn’t be amiss in a pie, then fair play to the guilt.
If it was one of those nasty, diseased, flying vermin pieces of work like the sort you see in cities, get hard and deal with it - no better than a rat with wings (Linda McCartney? :D).
Last summer, I was using a pair of shears to chop away the high grass at the edge of the garden and I accidentally cut the leg off a frog - man it screamed - really - never heard such a terrible noise in my life and blood pouring out of it - had to finish the poor little bugga off - not nice but hey, sometime’s life’s like that.
