Hey Amsterdam!!
Sparrows are a protected species?
Didn't I see this exact same scenario on Seinfeld?
...Damn Gravity...
When I saw the headline I thought this would be another pizza killing.
Europe is an incredibly silly place.
When are the Dutch going to mourn all the disabled babies their "doctors" put to death?
The friggin' "animal rights" freaks have gone so far as to offer several thousand dollars to any individual who can purposefully sabotage the dominos. All for a nastly little drab bird whose main purpose in life is crapping on freshly washed cars.
Things that make you go ... oh jeez!
This must be where they got the term, Stuck on Stupid.
They need some sparrows? I can send them a few hundred!
What friggin morons!
Don't get me wrong, I love birds. I have feeders and encourage every species that I can (no Starlings, Grackles or Canada Geese, though, lol) to enhabit my property.
But, this is ludicrous. How many sparrows die in a day from colliding with cars or plate glass windows? What is the lifespan of a sparrow, anyway, two years?
These people are doomed if there is ever an economic collapse that would force them to huntfor sustenance. They're just too sensitive to survive.
Shooting the bird created a potential hazard. An Exocet rocket would have been more precise.
Yep, "Huh", all right, and a slight turn of the head and a little chuckle!
I was discussing this with some friends at the pub last night, and someone said they thought that certain type of what they called a "house sparrow" was a protected species. Were they pulling my leg? Anybody know? Nothing rides on this, other than my curiosity.
These people get so upset over a bird, but don't bat an eyelash over abortion, euthanasia, prostitution, drug abuse, etc. No wonder they call it the Netherlands.
Hey Amsterdam!!
This is a joke, right?
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that ofttimes hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Keats, "Ode to a Nightengale"
Next they will be mourning the millions of innocent flu viruses being slaughtered in China.
This is embarrassing. My mother's maiden name was Zuiderhoek.
This looks like a satire by Jonathan Swift. Except he died hundreds of years ago... but I could just see it.