Exotic Refugees I was startled to find four pheasants in my suburban back garden on Sunday morning, until I remembered that pheasant shooting season had just begun. These exotic visitors had obviously escaped a shooting party on Saturday and sought refuge in my garden.
This is the first day of the pheasant shooting season, writes Toni Shephard. But put bucolic ideas of happy birds running around in the wild woods out of your mind. Most of the birds coming under shotgun fire today have only just been released from overcrowded factory farms. Even in death they have no dignity: most are not even eaten, but end up dumped in makeshift pits.
On the first day of the pheasant shooting season the League Against Cruel Sports is today launching a new report which shows the shooting industry has greatly overestimated its value to the UK economy.