They're annoying as shit, yes, I know, but my dad says he wants to kill the birds with a BB-gun.
I do have a touch of the humanitarian in me, so I am voicing my opinion against this; what if he only injures the bird instead of killing it? It'll suffer! And why should we take the life of an innocent bird?
The conversation eventually dwindled down and I went out with HB and Elyse later that night.
CUE: MORNING, and I wake up to a horrible headache surely brought on by my bad decisions of last night.
I'm curled up in my bed as Elyse is quietly playing Queen on my laptop to pep me up, and the god damn magpies start squawking again.
They WON'T. STOP. SQUAWKING.
I'm moaning about how much my head hurts and these magpies aren't helping. But I'd rather not have to get up and do anything about it.
SQUAWK. SQUAWK. What, are they having some sort of magpie debate about what to do with the family of humans living in the house beside their tree?
I'm slowly going crazy.
Finally I decide I'm sick of these magpie's shit, and get out of bed.
"I'm going to go throw rocks at these things," I tell Elyse. She nods in understanding.
Begrudgingly I walk to the front door, ready to lay the smack down, and when I step outside I see my father standing in the front yard, looking at the birds as well.
We exchange a knowing glance.
I look at my father, and I says to him, I says:
"Kill them."
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