“Gozo, where songbirds are still shot for sport”
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Readers Letter – “Tweet, tweet, tweet – Blam! Blam! Yes! It’s hunting season in Gozo again. All those cute little songbirds who had a lousy, wet summer in England and Northern Europe are now heading south for warmer climes, their little suitcases packed with suntan oil, mosquito repellent, beach towels and pina colada mix.
Nearly to their destination, they spot a little island in the southern Mediterranean called Gozo, known as the ‘Jewel of the Mediterranean.’
“Hey, check it out guys” one songbird says. “A nice stop to rest our tired wings.” They look down, they see other little songbirds in tiny cages, chirping and decide to land. Left runway approach into the wind, landing gear down, they alight in Gozo and – blam! End of songbird. End of story.
Yes, this is Gozo where songbirds are still shot for sport. As I walked the cliffs of Xlendi a couple of weeks ago I was stunned to see all the hunters out, nets, songbirds stuck in tiny cages as bait, and big rough, tough men dressed in army fatigues (oh ha), ‘hiding in their little stone built hideaways, shotguns at the ready to – what?! Blast a tiny songbird full of holes from a couple yards away??!! They call themselves sportsmen???? How?!
What a laugh regarding yourself a sportsman for hitting a bird with shotgun spray at only a few yards. I mean, the skill! You could hit an cockroach at that range with a shotgun. How do these men (and I use the term ‘men’ sarcastically) feel big and tough about that?
I am not making a comment, I am asking an honest question. How is this considered a sport? What am I missing to understand this? Some enlightenment would help.”