Every day at 4pm they descend.
Thousands of birds are having a raucous love affair with the trees in my front yard.
They squack and scream for about half an hour before flying from tree to tree to visit members of their crew. Thousands of social birds, every day, without reason.
It's unsettling, to say the least.
Like, what are they scheming, ya know?
Someday they will reveal their devious plan.
Until that day comes I will continue to pray for rain to rid my car of their 'remnants'.