I’m as guilty as the next guy of boyhood shooting of flying things that were just as well left alone. Had some of the same feelings yesterday as I watched through the front door as a horrendous hail storm beat the leaves from my wife’s rose bushes and our shrubs. At the height of the din, a barn swallow that had taken refuge under our covered front porch, panicked and flew out. He made it about 7’ and was hammered down by the pea - marble sized hail. Fluttering on the ground the hail beat him to death. Real life, certainly. But just as certainly, not pleasant.

Speude Bradeos