I LOVE the evocative sound of a crow calling lazily across open country on a hot summer’s day, but it fills me horror when I hear it in my paddocks. When you’ve seen crows walk up the backs of your sheep, hop onto their heads and try to peck their eyes out, it’s incredibly satisfying watching the bloody things fall dead out of trees.
LINING one up in the crosshairs, squeezing off the shot and seeing it plunge limply to the ground is a grimly rewarding experience reserved for those who know what it is to successfully protect their flocks from predators.
Crows (or rather, ravens, to be strictly correct about the ones here) are amazing birds and I’m always conscious of the dilemma created when I kill such an…
