Alfred Hitchcock Time

While walking last week, I heard the strangest sound. It's hard to describe, but it's unlike the usual sounds I hear in the vineyard.

Les oiseaux.

Mostly what I hear, besides the wind, are tractor engines, the occasional barking dog (or deer), the braying of a local donkey, birdsong, and distant train whistles. But this sound was different. It was like the sound of someone brushing his hair very quickly, but muffled.

I looked up and saw this very large flock of black birds moving across the sky. I was hearing their wings beating. What a cool sound! I was able to get it together and take one photo of part of the flock. By the time I thought of taking a movie (with sound), they were too far gone.