I would guess the year was 1967 and I was about 9 years old. I lived outside of Rome, GA in an area called Celanese Village. Behind my home was all the forest a kid and his friends could explore. Every year the black birds would migrate through and blacken the sky above, there were so many. My brother was old enough to hunt by himself with the shotgun, while I killed a lot of birds with a bb gun. He could sky blast starlings out of the sky simply by pointing the .410 shotgun in the air and firing. You couldn't miss. You couldn't even scare them out of the trees by shooting into the trees. One evening when the birds were thick in the sky my dad let me shoot the shotgun in my back yard. I was a bit scared. I got a pillow and put it against my shoulder and pointed the .410 up into the sky and blasted away (only one shot though). I can't recall any birds falling from the sky. Until recently that gun was in my collection. I took it back east last year and returned it to my brother. If any of you old (or young) farts would like to reminisce please feel free.