Fuck you he did exist come back bird buddy
I like birds I killed a dove one time when I was a kid and cried. I shot it with a BB gun out of boredom. I immediately regretted it. It was bouncing around on the ground so I ran over to pick it up. I sat there holding it, it just stared up at me. A little trickle of blood running down it’s chest. Then it went limp. The worst part was that doves mate for life. So for a week or two it’s counterpart kept sitting at the spot I killed it. Waiting it for it come back.
I killed a dove as a kid too. I was trying to catch it just to treat it like a pet for a little while but you have to be fast and sneaky to get close enough. I was a little too fast and I broke its neck or something and had to walk through the yard staring at my poor dead pet dove to throw it in the woods. I didn't cry but I felt pretty awful about it.
My very first shot with a pellet gun (first shot with any gun that wasn't a toy) and I shot a sparrow through the heart at about 40ft. I thought there was no way in hell I'd hit anything so I took aim on it sitting on the fence, pulled and it dropped to the other side. Naturally I thought it flew away but when I went over I saw the bullethole and the bird was frozen in the position it was sitting on the fence. An instant kill. I was proud but I didn't want to shoot anything again.
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