I wondered what he saw. I watched the birds a while as they circled, listening to their harsh cries, glad they had made it through what the hell ever type of apocalypse had happened the other day. I could hear Wade mumbling and bumbling around and hoped he knew what he was doing. The birds started circling closer to the house, lower and lower, almost diving at times. Then I heard Wade again.
“Shoo! Shoo! What the hell! Get away from me!” and then a long scream, and he came rolling, tumbling, flailing off the roof right in front of me, tangled up in black wings, a bird looking like it was half his size, another looked like it was grabbing his head. The binoculars fell in a twirl, as if dancing, dancing to their death. I was paralyzed. Above me, I heard Sandy wail, “Wade! No!”
He hit the p
