Only TWO days at 90 or above so far here in corrupt soviet Red Hampshire...weather has been amazingly pleasant, which is really benefiting my garden. Yahweh knows my wife and I need the good bounty so we can get out of this state once and for all come October...praise Him!
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Maintaining sanity is easy thanks to my pellet gun. I got it on Amazon.com (teeny, weeny pictures) and didn't realize what it really looked like until I opened the box. It looks like a Dirty Harry magnum .357.
I take aim at the NOISY, NOISY crows and ravens that have taken up residence around here. My husband used to have a pellet gun and would HIT the birds as he was SUCH a sure-shot. I sold ALL his guns: two rifles (One was an over-under Air Force rifle.) and about ten pistols. I loved firing his little Beretta. It fit right into my hand.
I used Osama bin Laden as a target. I got so I could hit his scuzzy beard 9/10 times from 20 feet. That was good for me.
With hindsight I know I shouldn't have sold all his guns but I wasn't thinking straight as his illness and death really took the wind out of my sails. He's only been gone four years but it seems much longer.
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I ACCIDENTALLY hit one of the crows/ravens a few weeks ago...and the crow/raven remembers me. The pellet didn't kill it or knock it out of the sky. It did knock off a feather.
It didn't change its direction. The crow (even tails feathers) or raven (diamond shaped tail feathers) looked at me. Nothing else. But it remembered.
Now, ALL the crows and ravens fly away REALLY, REALLY fast when I open the window or back door. They do remember.
Now, I love my pellet gun, though when I open the window or go outside the back door to shoot I MAKE SURE I have no neighbor looking at me.
I have a forest across the street and we have FIVE feet in between houses...a real treat here. I am on a curve so I have EVEN MORE room on my east side.
More importantly: SANITY MAINTAINED!
Thank you, Dirty Harry. :o):o)
Harry Callahan:
I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinking "did he fire six shots or only five?" Now to tell you the truth I forgot myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and will blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?