Heroin Addict at the End of His Rope – IOTW Report

Heroin Addict at the End of His Rope

Metro.co.uk

Christopher Wheeldon [heroin addict] was caught on a hidden wildlife camera, set up to monitor the nest, rappelling down a cliff face while hooked up to a harness.

An adult bird guarding the nest [peregrine falcon] can be heard desperately calling out in distress but the 34-year-old tree surgeon was not deterred by its efforts to fend him off. 

He is seen reaching into the nest and removing the valuable eggs, which can even fetch thousands of pounds on the middle eastern avian market. More

13 Comments on Heroin Addict at the End of His Rope

  1. That’s about it for me. I really like this site, but I really can’t stand the disgusting ads – worms in feet, Gag. I feel ill and my skin literally crawls – can’t scroll past fast enough.

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  2. Usually they just steal copper wiring or use a hacksaw to steal your catalytic converter for the the platinum inside. I’m not sure combining rappeling while being a stoner is such a smart thing to do — sounds like the kind of problem that will eventually work itself out.

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  3. @B Zim — Use an ad blocker and hit the Donate button to make up for it. I don’t want the ads, either, and I pay for the privilege of shit-canning them. But I guess you won’t see this comment. A shame, that.

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  4. What, no slow motion splat. damn it. If this happened in the states and the perp were a white Christian they’d shoot him on sight. If he were an invader they’d help him warm up the skillet for the Omelette.
    When I was very young my dad rescued a Falcon that had been injured. He built a perch for it in our garage and fed him raw meat from the butcher store. The bird recovered, but he never left. Why would he. Might a been a she, what do I know. After about three years it never came home one night. But it was a very cool bird.
    And that was in Los Angeles in the 60’s.

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  5. Brad, my father and I found a pigeon that had been shot through the wing with a BB or pellet gun and left to die. We took it home and nursed it back to health. When it got better it started getting a little ‘frisky’, so one day I sat it on my hand and went outside. Flapped it’s wings mightily, but kept a firm grip on my hand so I took it back in. Next day we went out again and it took right off. That was probably 60 years ago and I still remember it clear as a bell.

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