... and in the morning there were birds.2:11 AM
Here's the thing... my dad hunts. And I hate it. Absolutely. I think the only good part of this activity of his is the fact that I get to sleep with my mom whenever he does (big bed! yay! eheheh), other than that, it's just repulsive to me. He watches these hunting videos as well... the last one he was watching, the guys were hunting deers... I cannot begin to tell you how I felt about it. I'm a huge deer/fawn lover, so... Yeah.
Anyways, last week he came home after some good ol' hunting, and he brought a bunch of dead birds. At first I couldn't really even look at them... but then I thought that maybe I could do something of it. You know, the turning something bad into something good kind of thing. So, that's what I did. I took the birds and took pictures of them. I was kinda creeped out during the whole process, but I tried to focus.
These were the results.
Tell me what you think.