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Anger as RSPB allows bird shoots on its land
Last updated at 21:52pm on 12th January 2008

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Britains foremost bird charity has been branded disgusting - for
allowing ducks and geese to be shot on one of its nature reserves.


The Royal Society for the Protection of Birds (RSPB) hands out
shooting licences on its land at Langstone Harbour, near Portsmouth,
Hampshire - where wildfowlers kill up to ten birds a day for sport.

The shooting has been allowed since 1979 but was revealed publicly
only when a pellet-riddled duck carcass was found by a walker.

Barry Hugill, of the League Against Cruel Sports, said: I find it
exceedingly distasteful.

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Langstone Harbour, where wildfowlers kill up to ten birds a day for
sport
How on earth can it be a sanctuary if someone is going to kill the
birds that are resident there? I hope the RSPB will reconsider its
decision.

Conservationist Robert Hill, who discovered the dead widgeon duck,
said: This is a blood sport - a disgusting, macho, egotistical,
self-gratifying act.

But Chris Cockburn, the RSPB warden for Langstone Harbour, said: If
wildfowling was banned the only way we could make it work would be by
policing it.

The reality is that would be very difficult - whereas by licensing it
we are effectively controlling the amount of shooting.

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