The sky was clear and bright, with only a few low hanging, hazy clouds on the horizon. On a walking across town on an early Sunday morning, I strolling across an overpass.
There. On two wires directly above the highway below, a dense line of black birds gathered. All were sitting directly above the driving lanes below. Not over the shoulder. Or over the entrance ramps. In fact, no birds were flying or sitting anywhere except directly above the lanes of that highway.
A-ha! At last, I have the evidence to prove that birds are deliberately targeting our shiny, metallic horseless carriages.
