Our neighborhood must be the proverbial Truckers Welcome Pavilion on the bird migration highway because in recent years we've seen more and more of these Super Flocks come through.

They roost in the tops of trees throughout the entire neighborhood one night, making an incredible Hitchcockian cacophony of noise. In the morning, they descend from the trees as a unit and visit house after house like a giant dark cloud touching down over and over again. Once they've extracted breakfast from the front yards of a dozen or so homes, they get back on the road again, I can only assume to repeat the process in someone else's town a day north or south as the case may be.

I often think of whoever lives in the next neighborhood they frequent and wonder if some housewife living there who has a particular fear of birds is saying to her husband:

"Why are they doing this? Why are they doing this? They said when you got here the whole thing started. Who are you? What are you? Where did you come from! I think you're evil. EVIL!"

Or maybe I've just been watching too many old movies in the middle of the night.