It’s all fun and games until someone gets shot

Heber City’s Great Birdy Bloodbath started innocently enough when a new sheriff swaggered into town.

A popgun hanging from his hip and a boyish grin dancing on his lips, he yearned for a little adventure in his otherwise humdrum life. So when the Starlings started causing trouble for the local Robbins, he polished up his pellet gun and fixed his scope.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Did I mention this sheriff wasn’t a very good shot?

But then one fateful bird didn’t leave that treetop soon enough and, with a WHAM, he/she was a gonner. With a flutter and a thud, the poor little Starling fell into the neighbor’s patch of sagebrush to meet it’s ignominious end.

But the Starlings would have their revenge.

Like warnings from macabre mobsters, the dead baby birds starting appearing on the lawn. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Are the sinister Starlings sending a message here?

Or … did Heber’s recent gale-force winds just put a crimp in a few baby bird flying lessons.

Yeah, it’s probably that.

But just in case …

Don’t

Look

Up

😉