At 12, my friend's dad's shotgun shells were a source of pellets,. Cherry bomb dipped in glue then placed in a bowl of bird shot.
Later, whamo slingshot, friend with match to ignite fuze, and let go the pouch.
Launch projectile for airburst at the huge bunch of crows perched on the large dead uke tree. Wonder we didn't blow ourselves up. Lots of feathers in the air, 10 cents a head paid by the farmer.
The evening crow returning from the fields would literally blacken the sky. haven't seen that many since.
Damn!
Do you guys still have all your fingers?