• Leviathan@lemmy.world
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      1 year ago

      My uncle had an old silo with a broken roof and he and my dad would sit at the bottom and shoot the pigeons for dinner. I still remember my grandmother sitting outside the house plucking feathers all day. The 90s were fun in my family.