Picture this: As I'm on my way to lunch with the ex-punk star, she stops me mid-sentence and points to an island off the island in the middle of the city we happen to be walking on.
"Are those herons?" she asked me.
They were, three of them roosting on a branch overhanging the water, looking gloomy under the yellowing and drooping leaves.
Then today, on the very same island outside of a house (if you squint and look in the left side of the picture you can see a white blob that is in fact the house I'm talking about) that is beautiful but surely haunted, a murder of crows stood in my path, scratching their way awkwardly across the road before taking off to circle in the air and for all the world acting like a premonition of all the Hallowe'ens to come.
Maybe Daphne du Maurier was onto something.
The birds are taking over.
The Swedish word for the day is skräckfilm. It means horror movie.
- by Francis S.