I ate a Robin once. I was about 12 and me and my cousin JJ were in the woods in upstate NY. My uncle has a few hundred acres. We had .22 rifles and a few hundred rounds each. We were told we could shoot cans and vermin, but nothing that wasn't vermin. So, we being kids, got bored of shooting cans, and vermin were too hard to find. I saw a HUGE Robin sitiing on a wood pile pecking at bugs. I shot it. My uncle saw it. He made me pluck the feathers, clean it, cook it and eat it. He told me not to kill unless it was for a purpose, like eating.
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1/4/08 at 2:30pm