I grew up on a farm. My brother and I were out in a field with his shotgun one day when a flock of blackbirds flew over. I fired into the flock, hitting one unfortunate bird. I was thrilled at my marksmanship, never having expected to hit anything. Feeling victorious, I picked the little bird up, only to find he wasn’t dead yet. He wrapped his little claws around my finger reflexively, like a newborn baby does. It broke my heart that I had taken his life for no reason other than my own pleasure. That was when I learned every creature’s life is as precious to it as mine is to me. I’ve never wanted to harm another since then.
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I had a similar experience the first/only time my dad took me crow hunting. I like to shoot but at targets.
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I never shot at a critter again. I enjoyed clay pigeons.
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♥️
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You have a sweet and soft heart. It hurts me to kill even spiders and bugs in my apartment. The flies – not so much.
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I never learned to like bugs , flies, or spiders in the house. They’re fine outdoors.
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What an important lesson that was!
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It changed me.
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An important thing to learn
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What a lesson to learn. I agree – every creature’s life is precious.
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EVERY last fe!
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This is a very important post – thank you. Blackbirds happen to be one of my favourite birds because of their glorious singing. To sit in an English country garden there is nothing more beautiful than to hear them… Thank you dear friend. XX
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Thank you. I still feel bad for killing that beautiful creature for no reason. It changed everything for me.
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I think we have all had moments like that….moment that cause life long regret…but also teach us so much:)
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I have never forgotten.
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