The Age of the Birds

A faint rustling from a neighboring backyard was the first sound to alert my attention to their presence. The sound approached, still softly but constantly. The dog waited patiently beside me, as we both now stared into the burgeoning flock. No less than fifty grackels grazed rapidly, but surprisingly quietly, only a backyard away now. Save for the rustle they created in the fallen leaves of each yard, they were a silent machine of consumption, efficient and methodical in their primal, unceasing quest. I couldn't help but consider that, only a few million years ago, I could be seeing a flock of small dinosaurs or even prehistoric birds doing the same thing. My yard would be next. The dog lifted her head, focused her senses...
And did nothing.
So I clapped my hands manically and they erupted into the air with a panicked, collective burst .
Man win.


I make word thoughts from my head lump using my pants compooter.

Location:McCoy St,Birmingham,United States