The air is thick with pending rain; above me the telephone lines sway under a sudden weight of birds. “It’s how you know a storm is coming,” Mama told me.  Sure, a storm is coming.  I check my gun one last time.

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For this week’s gargleblaster, to answer the question “Why do birds suddenly appear?”

 

And, just because now I can’t get it out of my head, I’m going to inflict this on you.

 

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