Oh I'm not blaming you. That is one thing about Tucson, most of the wildlife is so actively unpleasant that it's less guilty feeling to have to kill it. I have never, not even for a millisecond regretted anything I've killed here, except the packrats and they're not even THAT cute, except in comparison to like, a scorpion.
But no one goes near my bunnies! They're endless entertainment.
I think the worst I felt (whilst thoroughly amused at the same time) was when our little dog was staying over at my mom's house for some reason (think it was the fire, cuz we were all camped out there for a bit). Little dog grew up in the desert and he used to do stuff like leave a trail of "dogfood" crumbs for the birds, then pounce. He got SO rehabilitated I had even watched him SHARING his dog bowl with birds who were perched there, etc.
But apparently desert quail are like the truffles of the desert, they hatch out in the ground and they are these tiny balls of fluff with long legs and a beak, and like HE WENT NUTS. I mean, it was like "gulp" and they were gone. They hatched out in a day, but like mommy quail called for the babies for days.
I still kind of wish I'd caught it on video though.... All DAY he was just running around waiting to pounce, etc. LOL.
Anna