Lake Lewisia #1357

[scrubjayspeaks]

It took the adults a long time to notice the correlation: the little boy would drop his blocks or markers or lunch, head popping up to scan the horizon, at the same moment a cloud of birds would rise up shrieking from the trees just outside the preschool fence. Compared to strange little boys and flocks of starlings, the adults weren’t very observant, and their ideas of what counted as a red alert danger mostly concerned parking lot etiquette and the misplacing of bake sale proceeds. By the time they were whispering about distractability and assessments, he knew seventeen separate distress calls and had been practicing his wheeling and diving patterns for the day he joined the murmuration.

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LL#1357