You can define murder any way you like. Killing for sport is murder. Killing because you like to kill is murder. Calling a living sentient being "game" is obscene. You said yourself that the Crows are a worthy advisary and as such deserve dignity and respect from you. What does it mean to you that one of the best ways to hunt Crows is to either hang a wounded crow in a tree and have his screams bring in other Crows or play a recording of a dying Crow. What does it mean to you that crows come? Why do they come? Do they come because they are stupid to you or because they risk everything to help a brother? (I wonder, would you be so brave?) And because they come, do you think, "Stupid bastards. They deserve to die for risking their lives".

All I am saying is this. We are humans. We are capable of great things. Why do we always choose the things that are ugly and cruel? You could choose to do any thing. Why do you choose to do hateful things? You choose the lowest form when the highest is at your fingertips. You expect respect, but you have no respect for anything living and because you are a "HUMAN" you think that you have the RIGHT to be the way you are. But you have no right. You simply made an ugly choice and are using that ancient quasi-justification "Because I'm human and I have more rights than stupid animals." as an excuse for your ugly choices.

Love and light, Denise

P.S. I do not eat animals. I do not support animal research. I have however killed slugs on occasion. I am not perfect, nor do I think that you or anyone else should be. I just think that we should try to better ourselves and the world as we journey through life. But the arrogant human ego thinks of itself as superior. So we authorize ourselves to go about crashing and crushing everything that we feel like destroying, explaining to anyone who ask's, " Hey! I'm the human! I'm supposed to be this way! I have the right!"