So where have all the damned birds gone?
It's very distressing to read (along with the bees, which is downright scary) of the decline in bird species, especially our dear friend the sparrow. I must admit that I didn't really pay a great deal of attention to the little blighters in years gone by, so the full effect of their decimation will have passed me by. What I notice now is that there are - seemingly - just as many blackbirds as there always were; an awful lot of magpies, and of course the inevitable pigeons. There is a nice little colony of starlings on the patch of grass outside Scotland Yard, where I occasionally sit and eat my lunch, and I always aim my baguette crumbs towards them in preference to the columbine filth who bully their way around.
Over Christmas lunch the other day in Crewe, I was interested to hear of the severe ornithophobia which my boss suffers. Pigeons apparently cause her to freak out, and she tells a story of a time in Stoke Newington when she saw a large number of the revolting creatures gathered around a load of Turkish bread in dumpsters behind the bakery, and - worse - actually flying around in the cooking area. She succeeded, by calling the Environmental Health Office, in getting the placed closed down.
Hitchcock classic, but she told me that this film wasn't too bad as there are not too many close-ups of the beaked bastards in it. In any case, oddly enough, I guess The Birds is not really about birds.
Disney's Enchanted, on the other hand, was a total no-no, and she struggled to hold it together recently when she took a couple of young kids to watch this movie at the cinema.