So, I was typing away on my computer at work this evening, and all of a sudden I heard a bunch of birds squawking outside my window. I turned around to investigate and saw three magpies sitting on my windowsill, screaming their little heads off. And it was obvious there was several dozen more on the ground making a ruckus.
I thought to myself, "Oh, that is nice, maybe they are having a little bird party."
But I am here to tell you it was not a bird party. Not in the least.
It was a bird massacre.
There was one bird on the ground and they were trying to PECK HIS EYES OUT.
I was in distress, so I did the only obvious thing to do...I screamed down the hall for my co-worker to tell me what to do. She came to my aid and watched the birds and narrated what was happening while I tried not to cry/gag. She tried to soothe my nerves with comforting facts about how nature is a beautiful thing.
Finally she told me that the bird they were attacking was able to get away, and the horrible squawking noises stopped. She may have been lying, but it made me feel better.
Poor birdies. Who knew they were so brutal.