That's pretty fscked up
You have to try and understand the ways of the weekend countryman, where I live, it's part of every weekend. I've had to call the police twice to get them stopped: Once for shooting in woods in the fog; Once for shooting across a bridle path to pheasants at head height, the other side.
Then they have to come in to my local, dressed in too new, unworn tweeds and barbours to show off their proud spoils, which interests none of us greatly!
But I've never come across the taping duck wings, why don't they just go clay pigeon shooting, spare the ducks, spare the dogs a boring job.
Sorry, you touched a nerve, I hope that all the new red badges don't scratch you for having a chip on your shoulder!