Flock Together

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 27, 2018

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Flock Together

The pigeon called a meeting, all birds to attend. It was a matter of Avian emergency and not to be tweeted aside or cooed at. It was time that they all stood together, time that they all started giving a hoot.

It’s not the pollution that’s at question here. We’ve learned to adapt; with the rising fumes, the falling jet fuel, the smoke and the chemicals. We are used to occasionally being shot at, being swooped upon by kites, tossed about by the air force of helicopters.”

The pigeon shifted himself on the branch.

No, now we have all these drones buzzing around, creeping up on us, invading our airspace. It’s time to all squawk together and make ourselves heard.”

He preened for a moment, letting his words sink in.

But that is not all! These humans, these ‘people’, are taking away our homes. They are clearing the land of trees and of hedges. Killing our young, smashing our nests, leaving us nowhere to live. It is time that we gave them a reminder of our existence and this is what I propose......”

All those in favor, tweet now! The motion is carried, we will march right, left and center tomorrow. Stand proud, stand tall and we’ll all walk together.”

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The following morning, the streets, the kerbs were covered by walking birds. The thing about birds is that they are all different sizes and most do not move quickly when on two feet. There are a lot of them though, enough to cover everywhere in a moving feathered carpet.

No one would step out of their doors. To do so would mean to trample on one or more of the ground-bound avians. Traffic could not move and if a vehicle tried to, if found itself swiftly covered by a mob of angry beaks and talons.

It did not last long, this protest of the feathered ones. After two hours they all took to the air simultaneously. Everything quickly returned to normal. Pedestrians hit the streets, vehicles drove that bit faster, trying to catch up with lost time; by midday it was as though the entire thing had never taken place.

But the birds had got together, walked side by side and held their protest. Would anyone take any notice? What do you think?


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