It was at about 6.30 am on one of T.nagar’s streets.

There was this guy who was casually looking at the trees and the taller buildings. It seemed like there was something specific that he was looking for. He then took out a catapult, without any fuss, and took aim at something several storeys above. There were just windows where ever he was aiming at ! Or so i thought.

After that All I could perceive was a whirring sound, a burst of feathers and a dead bird.

The stone must have hit the bird like a bullet because i never saw the stone.

He must think himself to be one sharpshooter ! He trudged upto the dead bird, picked it up, and dropped it into a bag that was already sagging. Presumably some more birds !

Not just me, there were quite a few people witness to this ! It seemed such a mad act, that they had already concluded- the guy must be mad and most people pretended to take no notice. The now ‘mad’ guy strung the bag onto his shoulders and walked away.

The hunt was over, time to return home and savour a meal of fresh pigeon ~er … whatever  :!: !