[making good use of shotguns]

[raepyourwords]

[there is a woman sitting outside the mess hall at one of the picnic tables, bundled up against the cold with a cup of coffee steaming at her elbow. She does however have her attention on the VERY NOISY treetops where a large flock of starlings and crows have decided to take up residence crowing, cawing, crackling, and generally making a nuisance of themselves. The woman reaches down, checks the ammo in her shot gun, and lifts it to her shoulder, taking aim.

With a KRABOOM, she fires into the mess of birds, silencing them for a brief moment as a half dozen drop to the ground beneath the tree... before they start up again, if possible even louder than before]

Damn the birds.

((LATE TO WORK PICKING UP TONIGHT /o/ GOOD LUCK APPERS!!!!))