When I visited Fredville Park a few days ago to photograph the trees, a pheasant shoot was about to take place and men with guns and labradors were milling around. I found this little feather laying on the grass and picked it up, hoping the owner had escaped his fate.
The feather's very pretty, but I abhor the very notion of people with guns shooting something for so-called sport. Only sport if both parties have guns.
That little feather suddenly had a sad connotation after reading your intro. I'm afraid I can't comprehend why hunting is considered an acceptable sport.