This week was one of those times here on the coast where the Alfred Hitchcock movie The Birds came to mind. For whatever reason, there have been a great number of birds gathering on the beach. It may be the availability of small fish but as a fiction writer I tend to want the motivation to be deeper than just a run of minnows. You know, something sinister like they are all responding to the call to gather and prepare for further instructions from the Leader. (Okay, knock it off. This is not a prompt.)

The first picture is of the pelicans floating out in the water. No diving just sitting. (And watching?)

The next is a whole bunch of seagulls on the beach.

Next comes the call to wing it outta there.

The order is to go to the rendezvous point.

 

Which is back on the beach (go figure)

I guess it is all okay. No need to call the government and take somebody away from campaigning.