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As we walked, we saw the birds again. Cousin still told us not to move, and he aimed the air rifle at the tree and fired. With a thump, we saw a bird, half white and half black, fly from the tree to a distant pile of rocks. His cousin was the first to run over, but he couldn't find it. He observed the surroundings and said that the bird had entered the pile of rocks.

I'm a bit depressed