What In the Hitchcockian Hell Is This?

Am I blonde, in a 1960’s suit in a coastal town?

No?

Then what the hell is going on outside my window.

There are roughly 100 small birds outside. They are all just sitting in the field, tweeting and probably plotting.

Damn birds.

I know what they are waiting to do.

Look at them, all smug. Just sitting there pretending to search for worms or bugs when we all know they are really hungry for eyeballs and souls.