I laugh at the cloud of feathers. If it's not too far then I might walk over and marvel at the effect of the bullet.
Oh, and I cheer, usually it's like a cross between a school girl giggle and the 6 feet tall 250lb drunk guy cheering on a football team.
Still happily answering to the call-sign Peetza.
You do not HAVE a soul. You ARE a soul. You HAVE a body.
He is no fool who gives what he can not keep to gain what he can not lose.
-Jim Eliott, paraphrasing Philip Henry.