They are taking over...

The Privet Drive of the hood

Nevermore

That's what my backyard looked like one morning. So I ran out to scare them but they attacked me. After a while they left me alone so I sat in the middle of the bird mass and waited for my dad to come out. He had a heartattack when he saw me.

Someone call the cops! There's a murder on the street!

Isn't that supposed to be a bad omen?

Look at all those chickens!!

Is your name Edgar by any chance.

Alfred Hitchcock tried to warn us