Shame on you Dick!

I spent this afternoon watching TV and doing stuff at my computer in my apartment.  Today it's not terribly hot, actually, it's rather pleasant, and I can spend the day with the glass doors to the balcony open.  I noticed some birds flying by and singing.  I don't know how many there are, perhaps some 15?  They're all of the same species, maybe half as big as a supermarket chicken, all black except for a white stripe on their butts.  Really nice!!!  I go take a look from my 18F balcony, and they're flying all around like toys, they don't need to flap their wings a lot, and they sing in a way I imagine must sound the same as being in the jungle.  This is really delightful!  What kind of crazy man could think of going out to shoot them down as a way to "relax"?