Jim sat on the back porch, watching and waiting for his target to come back.
The screen door opening and closing behind him didn’t break his concentration, but the deep, gravely voice of his dad did.
“Boy, what in the hell are you doing out here? Looking for squirrel? I know we don’t got much, but we don’t need you huntin’ vermin.” He chuckled as he finished.
Jim fought against rolling his eyes. “No, I’m after some pissers.”
“Yeah. Those damn birds keep shittin’ on my car after I wash it.”
“Damn, Boy, just put it in the garage.”