I couldn't grab my camera fast enough to shoot the black sky at 7:30 yesterday morning. And I was afraid to go out on the deck, lest I be attacked. So traumatized I couldn't even blog till tonight. Thousands of huge black birds flapping their wings, blocking out the sun. They landed and I still couldn't get a picture that begins to show the scope of this horrible event. The black things are not leaves - they are BIRDS.
Finished in the back, they took off again, and flew across the street, darkening the sky once again. These are a fraction of the number. Starlings. They must be starlings.Big, ugly, noisy, frightening - thousands of them, screaming.
When I say I hate birds, dead or alive, people laugh - but I am serious. Starlings invaded my town when I was about 11 years old and there were so many of them, the sky was black and so was the ground. The cacaphony was deafening. There were dead birds everywhere you looked - on the sidewalk, in the street - big, black things you had to step over or around as you walked to and from school.
The town couldn't get rid of them and finally put owl recordings in the trees all over town, which eventually worked. I have hated birds ever since. And no, I never saw the movie; I didn't have to.