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Ban the use of snares in England

I work in a wildlife hospital & we deal with wild animals with horrific injuries after being caught in snares. We have many photos to prove the damage done by these inhumane cheese-wires. Domestic pets have also been severely injured by snares.
A ban on their use is long overdue.

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    Caroline GouldCaroline Gould shared this idea  ·   ·  Flag idea as inappropriate…  ·  Admin →

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      • AnonymousAnonymous commented  ·   ·  Flag as inappropriate

        YET AGAIN HUMANS INFLICTING TORTURE TO INNOCENT ANIMALS .......WHEN WILL IT STOP !

      • AnonymousAnonymous commented  ·   ·  Flag as inappropriate

        Snares leave horrendous injuries as the animal struggles to free itself. Foxes have been known to actually chew their snared leg off to get free. A ban is well overdue

      • AnonymousAnonymous commented  ·   ·  Flag as inappropriate

        these vicious act of animal cruelty needs to be banned. how would they like to be snared

      • DaveDave commented  ·   ·  Flag as inappropriate

        I am the voice of the voiceless:
        Through me, the dumb shall speak;
        Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
        The cry of the wordless weak.
        From street, from cage, and from kennel,
        From jungle and stall, the wail
        Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
        Of the mighty against the frail.

        I am a ray from the centre;
        And I will feed God's spark,
        Till a great light glows in the night and shows
        The dark deeds done in the dark.
        And full on the thoughtless sleeper
        Shall flash its glaring flame,
        Till he wakens to see what crimes may be
        Cloaked under an honoured name.

        The same force formed the sparrow
        That fashioned Man, the King;
        The God of the Whole gave a spark of soul
        To each furred and feathered thing.
        And I am my brother's keeper,
        And I will fight his fight,
        And speak the word for beast and bird,
        Till the world shall set things right.

        Let no voice cavil at Science -
        The strong torch-bearer of God;
        For brave are his deeds, though dying creeds,
        Must fall where his feet have trod.
        But he who would trample kindness
        And mercy into the dust -
        He has missed the trail and his quest will fail:
        He is not the guide to trust.

        For love is the true religion,
        And love is the law sublime;
        And all that is wrought, where love is not,
        Will die at the touch of time.
        And Science, the great revealer,
        Must flame his torch at the Source;
        And keep it bright, with that holy light
        Or his feet shall fail on the course.

        Oh, never a brute in the forest,
        And never a snake in the fen,
        Or ravening bird, starvation stirred,
        Has hunted its prey like men.
        For hunger, and fear, and passion
        Alone drive beasts to slay,
        But wonderful man, the crown of the plan,
        Tortures, and kills, for play.

        He goes well fed from his table;
        He kisses his child and wife;
        Then he haunts a wood, till he orphans a brood,
        Or robs a deer of its life.
        He aims at a speck in the azure;
        Winged love, that has flown at a call;
        It reels down to die, and he lets it lie;
        His pleasure was seeing it fall.

        And one there was, weary of laurels,
        Of burdens and troubles of State;
        So the jungle he sought, with the beautiful thought
        Of shooting a she lion's mate.
        And one came down from the pulpit,
        In the pride of a duty done,
        And his cloth sufficed, as his emblem of Christ,
        While murder smoked out of his gun.

        One strays from the haunts of fashion
        With an indolent, unused brain;
        But his sluggish heart feels a sudden start
        In the purpose of giving pain.
        And the fluttering flock of pigeons,
        As they rise on eager wings,
        From prison to death, bring a catch in his breath:
        Oh the rapture of killing things!

        Now, this is the race as we find it,
        Where love, in the creed, spells hate;
        And where bird and beast meet a foe in the priest
        And in rulers of fashion and State.
        But up to the Kingdom of Thinkers
        Has risen the cry of our kin;
        And the weapons of thought are burnished and brought
        To clash with the bludgeons of sin.

        For Christ, of a million churches,
        Come near to the earth again;
        Be more than a Name; be a living Flame;
        "Make Good" in the hearts of men.
        Shine full on the path of Science,
        And show it the heights above,
        Where vast truths lie for the searching eye
        That shall follow the torch of love.

      • AnonymousAnonymous commented  ·   ·  Flag as inappropriate

        It's cruel, barbaric & animals and pets are constantly hurt in them causing extreme pain & suffering, will you react when a child is hurt??????
        BAN SNARES WE ARE NOT IN 11th CENTURY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
        Rachell Lucas & Family

      • AnonymousAnonymous commented  ·   ·  Flag as inappropriate

        They are illegal everywhere else in Europe... what a shame for such a beautiful country ...

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