The Last of the Ducks

I wrote earlier (Duck Shooting 22/10/2013) about the sadness of the tame ducks being shot on the loch with the unpronounceable Gaelic name.

The snow has come here and the weather is dreich, so I set off up the hill to see how they were faring.

To my surprise I found 20 of them up the path, just seconds away from the croft, cowering in a hollow.

Today - just a couple of days later, there were none.

A walk right up to the loch found only one alive – wounded and dying.

It was a place of slaughter, with the odd dead bird on the ground and one even hanging in a tree. The ground was littered with empty cartridge cases and litter.

And they call this Sport?