These birds descend upon our ‘hood daily. They roost in a nearby wooded area, and every morning they scatter to forage for food. I’ll sometimes glance out my front window and see the entire pane filled with what seems like and endless blur of black. It’s the birds. Whizzing by at high speeds. Hitchcock style.
As the day comes to a close and evening draws near, the birds darken the sky as they arrive en masse to roost in the trees. They swoop, dive and chatter before settling in for the night.
They also creep the crap out of anyone who’s ever seen The Birds: