True story,
Staying the night at my aunts house on a dairy farm,1973, New Year's Eve just before midnight
I watched as a group of boys got ready to fire a shot gun up into the air at midnight..4..3..2..1 we all counted , a loud crack! bang! sparks fly as the young man pointing his weapon stright above his head , then out the direction of his aim something white , silently fail to the ground at feet..a barn owl was dead..we all went quiet, but in that quiet I felt an anger well up in my 12 year old body, knowing how careless the whole situation had been.