There goes our image

In many of our monasteries, it is a custom to have a daily reading of the Necrology—a short biography of all the brothers of the province who died on that day. Today's Necrology in the monastery I am currently visiting recalled a brother whose hobby was gardening. He was the very picture of a pious, nature-loving brother, except for one thing. He hated sparrows. Each morning, he would walk meditatively around the garden while praying his rosary. And in his other hand there would be a stone to throw at some unsuspecting winged warbler.
Ave Maria, plena gratia... BAM!