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Originally Posted by wdfifteen
One of our family stories that gets told over and over is about shooting starlings.
When I was 15 my bedroom was directly above the kitchen and our garden was right outside my window. It was a favorite feeding ground for starlings, by the thousands.
One afternoon mom was cooking and, having nothing better to do, I decided to get rid of a few starlings. I lined up my .410 shotgun, my 16 gauge, my 20 gauge, Dad’s double barreled 20, my .22 rifle, and Dad’s .22 revolver on my window sill. I carefully watched the birds, looking for clusters that might be better targets. When the time was right I unloaded all the shotguns as fast as I could and started picking off the floppers with the .22s.
I should have mentioned my plan to my mom.
There she was, calming singing her hymns and making noodles when WW III broke loose just above her head. She ran from the house waving her arms, with flour and noodles flying everywhere. She hid in the barn until Dad came home from work. I think he was supposed to yell at me, but he couldn’t stop laughing.
For 30 years every time The Great Starling Massacree came up at family dinners she left the room and we rolled on the floor laughing.
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LOL, i did exactly the same thing.
They nested in a huge tree next to our house, all summer, they would keep you awake..
Go out, 3 12 gauge side by side and super posess..
one at a time, blamblam , next blamblam, next blam blam
and then it rained dead birds..
My cat was all depressed after that, sing all them dead starlings..it defied his hunter honor to see such massacre...