I have never liked Blue Jays. They only squawk and travel in gangs. There are a gang of them who daily torment our bluebirds trying to eat their eggs and young. I sat on our porch every morning having my quiet time and using a BB gun to scare the Jays off. I am reading in Judges of the “test” of war God gave Israel to ensure they would be obedient. War is deadly. This morning I killed a Blue Jay. An improbable shot, 45 feet into leaves which hid the Jay. It dropped like a stone out of the tree. I take no satisfaction in killing any living thing. War is deadly. I do not know why these thoughts are held in my heart nor why I feel compelled to publicly confess them. War is deadly for both the killed and the killer.
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