Like something out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie they came. Our house and community were surrounded. Hundreds or thousands, I could not possibly count them all. These small black birds flew in mass formations like blackened thunderclouds about to burst.
(Use the player to hear the actual birds. It’s a little soft so you may have to turn your volume up.)
They landed in search of food, feasting on whatever they could find. These birds did not appear picky.
The flock lighted in the trees scouring the surrounding hillside for any possible form of nourishment.
They moved from tree to tree as a great black wave. One could only watch as they flew praying that they would fly away to another place far from here. One thing is for sure…
I’m glad I didn’t wash my car!