I started with a tree with a bird in it, chopping it down.
Shot two doves the next day.
Killed three hens in a local hatchery.
And then pegged four ravens off of a telephone wire.
Killing birds is easy, but collecting the five golden rings would be a challenge.
Rob a jewelry stand at the mall
Mug some housewives for their wedding bands?
I settled for ripping the ear off of a punk outside of a nightclub.
I’m going to the park to bag some geese today.
Hopefully they won’t notice before I go back tomorrow for the swans.
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I was thinking today. Really I could never be angry at (the) birds. Instead they are fond memories for me. My mom, she had a hard life. She couldn’t get around and sometime if you said something she didn’t like, she would shoot a bird at you. lol Yes, a bird was shot at her children! But you know what, I admire her so much. A bird is way better than a cussing fit or a grouchy person memory. The finger showed her uniqueness and character. It was a fun spanking that she couldn’t give and I will always remember.