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WSP troopers cleared in Seattle seagull clubbings

 

The Associated Press

 

Two Washington State Patrol troopers who killed three nuisance seagulls at the downtown Seattle ferry terminal will not be charged.

 

The King County prosecutor's office says the July 15 killings were neither animal cruelty nor illegal hunting.

 

The troopers hit the young seagulls in the heads with their batons because adult birds had been swooping at ferry employees and passengers.

 

The prosecutor's office said Thursday the troopers mistakenly believed they were acting under their authority to kill animals to prevent harm to people. Prosecutors say the troopers should have notified the U.S. Department of Agriculture, which routinely destroys nests and kills chicks when seagulls become a nuisance at Washington ferry terminals.

 

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I grew up with a single father. I was only about 9 or ten years old when his date at the time canceled out on a Niel Diamond concert at the last minute. My dad looked at me, two tickets in hand, and the rest is history. My first concert. :rolleyes:

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I'm going down to the Department of Agriculture to sign up for that job killing flying rats.

 

My brother/climbing partner does do this for a living. He works for a company called National Bird Control. It even involves climbing building so it works for him.

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I can imagine him climbing up on a building to sniper position, and then using a high powered scope and rifle, picking off unsuspecting seagulls one by one. tell me this is real. this is the dream job of dream jobs.

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The last time I killed a bird was in high school. I fired a twelve gauge into a flock of starlings. Six fluttered to the ground, where they lay, helpless tufts of dying dinosaur DNA, twitching. I cried and cried, then wrote a poem about it.

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The last time I killed a bird was in high school. I fired a twelve gauge into a flock of starlings. Six fluttered to the ground, where they lay, helpless tufts of dying dinosaur DNA, twitching. I cried and cried, then wrote a poem about it.

 

I did the same while working on a farm. I never seems to work during duck season though... Funny how that happens.

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