Does this qualify as redneck “fun”? Killing birds which have been bred to be top heavy and not to fly by dropping them from planes? Absolutely degenerate.
Agreed.
Maybe your eyes are degenerate.
An old Myron Cohen routine had a guy showing off his bee collection. The bees were kept in Mason jars.
A visitor said, “I notice you don’t punch any air holes in the lids.”
“So?”
“So if the bees can’t breathe, they’ll die.”
“So what? It’s only a hobby!”
I’m with you. I understand there is a foodchain and we are all in it, but I don’t understand sadism.
Yep—and the callousness of some Freepers to the needless animal cruelty as entertainment is the same.
Turkeys can indeed fly. I admit, first time I saw one fly, I had a reaction similar to the first and only time I saw a cockroach fly, but without the revulsion!
I was horseback riding in the Shenandoah Mountains in Virginia, and it was a beautiful day. As we came into a high meadow, we surprised a turkey, and it began to run. The meadow was probably 100 yards across with knee-high grass, and as the turkey ran for the far woods, it picked up speed and its head tilted far forward.
At some point, it panicked, and took to the air, which made me sit straight up in the saddle! It was BIG in the air, looked ungainly, had very broad but stubby wings, but it was indeed about 5-10 feet in the air and making for the woods!
When I saw a cockroach fly, I was at NAS Cecil Field in Florida near Jacksonville, and was sleeping in my room in the BEQ (I was lucky enough to get a room of my own, it was a small oddly shaped room that could only fit one man!) I woke in the night to hear some odd scratching noise...it was going on in the room, and I thought “What the **** is that?”
When I turned on the light, it was the sound of the biggest cockroach I have ever seen scurrying around on the floor...I could actually HEAR it! I instinctively leaped out of bed, and wearing only boxer shorts, grabbed one of my boondockers and began chasing the thing around the small room...WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! but the blasted thing was too agile for me in my newly woken state, and I just couldn’t hit it. As it made a break to the gap under the door to escape, I nailed it.
When I hit it, the boondocker created a sickening CRACK-CRUNCH sound, and I thought “Well, that’s the end of THAT”, but as I lifted the shoe expecting to see a gooey mess, I saw a large, intact roach. For a second, it didn’t move...and then suddenly, it took to the air! It made this horrible whirring sound with its wings as it flew, and the blurring pattern of the wings seemed to create a gray sphere the size of a softball!
I can tell you, in the cramped confines of that room, it was quite unnerving!
It suddenly dropped to the floor, and ran under the door into the hallway, and I opened the door in hot pursuit with the boondocker repeatedly striking the floor with a WHACK-WHACK-WHACK sound, but it was too fast for me and ran under the next doorway it came to!