‘It’s pretty nasty’: Beach volleyball players in Alabama accidentally kill hundreds of birds.
Now I ask you, is that any way to treat a weekend retreat to a Federally protected nature reserve that resulted in a few hundred bird eggs upended and maybe a few dozen empty beer cans strewn about the pristine beaches? I mean, come on! We’ve all done it — gone crazy on beaches or in forests during a summer holiday and left behind a few corpses (usually of the lower animal and plant orders.) It’s no big deal.
Who hasn’t rented a Sherman tank from the local Army Navy Surplus store to take a casual ride through a stand of redwood or over a meadow covered with delicate wildflowers? And don’t tell me you’ve never played with flamethrowers, in a friendly sort of way, with your bowling teammates, out in the country, just to blow off some steam.
So let’s not overreact here, just because a few sea gulls and terns and maybe a pelican baby or two will never see the light of day. It could have been much worse — the volley players could have run out of ice.