Flying problem

When I was a kid, I used to go to pioneer camps, too. It was a rough time. Even though they set camp at a hot distant allod, it was a wild area. The allod was called Chunga-Changa.
Most of all I remember albatrosses. They were so cheeky that they grabbed food straight from our hands. And the shouting!
I hated them ever since. We need to finish them once and for all. Go and kill as many as you can.

How are the birdies? Still flying?

They'll leave the pioneer camp alone at least for a while.