Hollywood: Alfred, Squeeze Me a Grape

A farmer is found dead, and blood streams from his empty eye sockets. A flock of birds swoops down on children returning alone from school. Slowly, the people of the town realize that the birds have declared war on them. Soon dark flights sweep down everywhere, pecking the helpless to death—and corpses soon become skeletons. Great winged armies form—crows, hawks, seagulls, ravens, eagles, finches, starlings. The birds swoop down chimneys, chip through windows, even doors, whipping every corner with angry wings. There is nowhere to hide. No one is safe.

No one except Alfred Hitchcock, the birds' strategist and director....

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