A couple of days ago, in between Round 1 and Round 2 of Siberian Snowpocalypse 2021, I took my daughter out to play in the snow and noticed something that I had never seen before in Oklahoma – a flock of probably 100 or so robins flying around my neighbor's yard screaming, screeching and chirping like they were auditioning for roles in The Birds 2: Winter of Hell.
I watched in unison as they all descended on a holly tree in my neighbor's yard, and like a school of piranhas eating a person in a B-movie, picked all the berries off as we rushed inside to take cover.