Gideon lined up for a shot.
‘Dumb birds, I’ll teach them to mess on my car’. Feathers and meat exploded in a pink & grey cloud.
‘Yay! Got them, the bastards’. As he reloaded a voice squawked in his ear ‘We’re millions’.
Gideon turned to look over his shoulder. Several million pairs of hard black eyes looked back.
He got up and started running. The increasing grey cloud billowed around him, fluttering and pecking, fluttering and pecking.
It only took a few minutes. The feathered cloud moved on. Nothing remained but cloth and bone. And a gun. And a feather, or two.