It’s been ages since I’ve taken a life and it’s something you never get used to.On Sunday I took a plump pigeon from out of the sky on the fourteenth hole at a golf coarse I can’t even pronounce. The two lads with me have played for a combined total of thirty years and had never seen it before.
There he was. One minute flapping his wings chatting pigeon gossip and chick banging, and the next clobbered with a cheap miscued golf ball fired from the hands of a rank beginner who’d swallowed three pints of beer with lunch.
All I can say is, he was an unlucky bastard. The ball locked onto him like a missile.
I suppose he could have been an evil pigeon taken by karma….no that’s not right.
RIP Mr Pigeon..Sorry about that.