It’s an internetty old world. Explananda Chris in New York finds an article in a Surrey paper about a pigeon cull. It attracts one of the best comment threads I’ve seen in ages:
I think the correct solution would be to hack the wings off as many pigeons as possible before joining them together to create one large wing. This could be wafted at the pigeons by any member of the townsfolk when numbers got too high. Children could also shelter under it at times of heavy rain or possibly loud thunder.
It gets better. In fact, it makes me want to sing…
So if Sunday you're free, why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do in a squirrel or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment,
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
Given the season:
Angels we have heard on high, tell us to go out and buy!
God rest ye merry merchants may ye make the Yuletide pay!
Hark the Herald Tribune sings, advertising wondrous things.
Oh, and if you see Santa and his reindeer overhead, don't stand underneath when they fly by.
Posted by: Paul Lyon | December 17, 2006 at 04:26 AM
For some reason, it's the squirrel (or two - go on, it's Christmas) that gets me.
Posted by: Alex | December 18, 2006 at 09:35 AM