One of the low spots of my teenage life. As a 16 y.o. interested in guns, and thinking that I had also had an interest in hunting, I was walking a line through my nearby woods with my friends.A bird flew up which I assumed to be a quail, and I instinctively fired with the borrowed .410 that I was carrying.It turned out to be a woodcock, a bird that I was completely unfamiliar with. I really felt that I had committed a crime against nature.
That ended my interest in hunting.
Those woods remain largely intact after 50 years, but unlike the years of my youth, one no longer sees quail or pheasants or guinea fowl or box turtles. However now, unlike then, there is some chance of seeing deer.
I am happy to say that adding a few strips of painter's tape to my sliding glass door, has now saved a number of birds and hawks.We would occasionally find a stunned one, and sometimes a dead small bird.