Bird Hunting

So, I have taken up bird hunting. Got myself a bb gun and an endless supply of $%#&! pigeons on my rooftop. Including a mama with babies. GREAT. Rick's been shooting them the last few days, but this afternoon was my turn. They were taunting me... daring me to shoot. With a little coaching over the phone from Rick (how in the heck do I work a pellet gun, anyway??), I aimed, shot, and (I think) got one. There was a puff of feathers that rained down, but it flew away, so I thought I might have missed. Later on, though, I did miss... no feathers... just a bird flying away, probably sticking its little tongue out at me. I'll get 'em, though. Just you wait.

Should I feel remorse for trying to kill the little rats with wings? Maybe. But I don't. I am obviously heartless. That or fed up with the bird crap on my house, car, and driveway. As long as I never have to wring any pigeon necks, I'll be fine.