A newspaper reports that bored Royal Air Force pilots stationed on the Falkland Islands have devised what they consider a marvellous new game. Noting that the local penguins are fascinated by airplanes, the pilots search out a beach where the birds are gathered and fly slowly along it at the water's edge. Perhaps ten thousand penguins turn their heads in unison watching the planes go by, and when the pilots turn around and fly back, the birds turn their heads in the opposite direction, like spectators at a slow-motion tennis match. Then, the paper reports, "The pilots fly out to sea and directly to the penguin colony and overfly it. Heads go up, up, up, and ten thousand penguins fall over gently onto their backs.
This is an Old one, but I’m sure something similar still happens, in fact this reminds me of a briefing I got from a little old Flt Lt (RAFR) a few years ago at Leeming. She was in charge of community relations for the base before going RAFR (RAF Reserves).
They had a complaint from an irate member of the Welsh community who owned a sheep farm in the hills. It seemed that fly-pasts were becoming more frequent, thus upsetting his sheep (no jokes please).
After investigations by the Snow Drops (RAF Police) it turns out that some weeks earlier he had taken matters into his own hands, during the random flypasts. He painted, in 6 foot high, bright pink, letters, "Piss Off Biggles".
Well, you can imagine some jet jock zooming past going, "WTF?!" and going back for a second glance, only to confirm his suspicions. Later, in the crew room, a story unfolded that was not necessarily believed. Challenges all-round and lots of re-routes during planning over the next few days.
Result: One upset farmer, many upset sheep, one slightly richer pilot, a gaggle of poorer colleagues. For everything else, there's MasterCard!