I’ve noticed suspicious meetings happening in the neighbourhood, every morning.
Every meeting seems to have some kind of agenda. But attendees are skittish. They flee the moment they’re approached. Or peck the ground innocently, giving me the side eye from their perch, as I walk past.
I’m barely half a block away, and there’s a hush that settles in. Scenes from The Birds flash before my eyes. I prepare myself as I get closer to the flock. Ready to shield myself from whatever might happen. Knowing things might get messy.
While I’m just a few steps away, they scatter. Dust gets kicked into the air from the flight of the flock. They perch in the trees and wires above me. Seemingly reluctant to abandon their meeting.
Just waiting for this one passer-by to turn the corner so they can get back to whatever they’re plotting.
Taken on 27 August, 2026 in Phoenix, Arizona.
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