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Friday, June 10, 2005

Bird Brains

Some clueless chick in Norway displays her gross ignorance by hitch-hiking to work while birds are nesting in her car:

"It has been a bit of a pain having them there - I've managed to arrange lifts to and from work so far this week, but apparently it'll be another 15 to 20 days before the fledglings leave the nest."

But she added that the young family had proved popular with her two daughters Bethany, 8, and Rebekah, 5.

The wrens were discovered nesting under the rear driver's side wheel arch of Tanya's Ford Escort after the family had been away on a camping weekend.

To make matters worse:

RSPB wildlife advisor Ian Peters said the wrens were lucky to have found hosts who weren't going to move them on. He said: "Wrens can nest in some unusual places, unfortunately people's first question is usually how to move them."


Why must we be surrounded by idiots? Since it's quite obvious that both the woman with the bird-infested car and the "wildlife advisor" failed high school biology, a dose of enlightenment would appear to be in order.

Short Version: Natural selection.

However, since they're obviously not bright enough to make the necessary inferences required in order to understand the short version, I'll give the long one, as well.

Long Version: The wren has nested in the wheel well. If it is not removed, when the young birds leave and procreate their own families next year, just guess where their first choice of nesting sites is going to be. They're much more likely to run into someone who will remove them--as they should. Which means that instead of the possibility of one wren abandoning her eggs after they're moved, you'll have two or three or four or more who might have to abandon their eggs next year. If two of them happen to select the automobiles of equally ignorant hippies... Well, I'm hoping that even people who failed biology can still perform basic math. Or they won't be removed, and they'll be killed when the car is moved.

Effectively, Ms. Green just taught her children to kill by generational proxy. Of course, if they've the I.Q. and future (lack of) education their mother possesses, they'll probably never realize it.

Much worse, however, is the fact that the "wildlife advisor" doesn't realize it, either. The basic tenet of wildlife conservation is that one should never do anything that would make a wild animal directly dependent upon humans for survival. It's bad for the animals, and it's bad for us. That's the difference between true conservationists (which I am) and the drooling, mouth-breathing, "oh look at da cute widdle birdie," shit-for-brains hippie morons like those in this article.

Gods! I hate stupid people.

1 Comments:

Blogger The Mad Builder of Periwinkle said...

Hehe. Was on the phone with one of My counterparts in The Hague when I read this and had to read it to him. He said (reproduced here phonetically) "Fwah! Toes Norwaagins...day reeuly haf der heads and azzez backwards." hehehehe

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