I don't like the idea of beating birds. I'm vegetarian.
Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.
A gun will give you the body, not the bird
Just remember it's the birds that's supposed to suffer, not the hunter.
Farre shooting never kild bird.
Who gets the bird, the hunter or the dog?
Isn't it god's own image? tramping his thirty miles a day after partridges, or a little rubber ball? wouldn't you like to be like that, well off, and quite the thing?
The male is colored much more gorgeously than the female so that he can be shot and made into feather embroidery.
Of all types of birds, birds of prey have always fascinated people.
There are women who fly their falcons at any game, little birds and all.
From medieval tapestries, we know that slingers were capable of hitting birds in flight. They were incredibly accurate.
Cats too, with what silent stealthiness, with what light steps do they creep up to a bird!
... all reputable falconers agreed that for hunting purposes the only way you could reliably bring down prey with a wowhawk was by using it in a slingshot.
When feeding time comes around, there is nothing a hawk likes better than a nice, fat, peaceful dove.
