A La Hitchcock

A couple days ago I was attempting to take a nap, and was interrupted by an incredible ruckus outstide my window. 

This is only a partial view of my backyard (taken through my dirty window), where every single bird in America had gathered to caw wildly, wheel about in terrifyingly complex swoops, and occasionally land en masse to strut about proclaiming their power in numbers. Having read Daphne du Maurier's story in middle school, and being a proud owner of The Birds on DVD, I must admit that there was a brief moment when I was seized with the urge to board up my window with plywood. But because I am a rational human being, I resisted the urge. Instead, I crawled back into my bed and hid beneath the covers.