SHOOTING TIMES Birds in the round
A couple of days after Christmas, I realised we have a bit of a problem. “It’s funny,” said a very educated relative of my girlfriend’s at breakfast. “You spend so much time talking about woodcock and standing at that window watching geese but you were out pulling the feathers out of pigeons yesterday.” Many would think she had a valid point. Except that, at the heart of it, the various ways I engage with all those species are bound up in the same thing – watching them, shooting them, plucking them and eating them are all born out of a deep-rooted hunting instinct. I love teal because they’re beautiful and because of the magical way they can drop on to a pond before you’ve even realised they were there but also because…