Every night it seemed that more and more of them were drawn to the house across the road until there were so many of them that they blocked the road altogether from sunset to sunrise. There was scarcely a speck of tarmac between all their leathery wings and snarling beaks, not that any of us dared to get close enough to be certain.
We tried to be rid of them ourselves by covering the road in barbed wire or burning oil but neither deterred them - in fact the oil fire seemed to help them settle down faster. They were so relaxed that we were able to cross to our neighbour's house and watch from the safety of their enclosed porch til the fire grew low and their tempers picked up.
It went on like this for about seven weeks until the owners finally showed up and all hell seemed to break loose. The flock arrived with them, carrying all manner of mutilated livestock among them that they tried to drop in the neighbour's heads.
It took us a hot minute to realise - they were trying to feed them.
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