War Zone

Sunday 22 January

Another walk, in the hills between Paleokatuna and Haradiatika, significantly spoiled by litter left by shooters.  This time of year it feels like a war zone here, which it is, if you are a thrush, starling or blackbird.  These shotgun packets lay discarded in a heap by the side of a pretty track, and further on, the spent cartridges litter the ground like confetti.  Every day we hear the boom of guns.  It’s madness, I don’t suppose anyone actually eats the birds, but it must be traditional and manly to do it.  No wonder there are so many flies in summer when the birds are being killed off like this.

And moss on a wall, to cheer ourselves up

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