Swallows

I woke up early this morning, stepped out my door, and promptly got dive-bombed by a shrieking swallow. It swooped - I stepped - it swooped again - I twisted my head, to see this screaming thing - but it swooped again, just beyond my vision - and then I saw it, and shrieked, and it fluttered but to its birdhouse, well pleased with its morning's work.

I've stumbled into The Birds. Curse you, Hitchcock!