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There was the suggestion of danger in the air. Then a fluttering, then chaos as wings and bodies panicked in the knowledge there was a reason to be in a flit.
The call went out: “Which way? Which way?”
“This way,” crowed one.
“No this way,” cawed another.
“What the …”
“Careful of the language,” said another, “We are a flocking family.”
Suddenly there was an explosion of feathers as Egbert the Eagle struck carrying off the hapless victim is a cloud of down and the muffled cries of help and goodbye mum.
The flock then settled to make plans, like they always did when mayhem occurred knowing they’d forget the plan by the time of the next attack.
The plan was intense and carefully thought out, they all adopted it and then there was the cry of “Chips, chips on the ground.”
The flock swooped, food overrode the plan, they were back to doing what they did best, eating.
Written for: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/07/09/fffaw-challenge-173rd/
Morpethroad 
Nice ending! Liked the idea that they love chips.
They go mad for them from my experience.
So that’s what they mean when they say someone is a “birdbrain.”
Loved this insight into their minds. They do love chips!
Yes as any beach goer knows.
What a great take on the prompt, I found myself smiling all the way to the end.
Thanks so much Michael, glad I could make you smile.
Yeah, pretty much.
Hahahaha! Great story! It has a touch of humor and a touch of horror. That poor hapless victim that got caught by the eagle.
Thanks Joy, hope you are doing well.
Thank you for asking Michael, I am doing well. Just trying to beat the heat. I hope you are doing well too!
All good, cold morning but the sun is out and it can only improve.
It won’t be too long and I will be saying the same thing for here. I’m glad it’s going to get warmer with the sun out!
Ha! I stumbled onto your blog and I really like it here! I look forward to following.
Hi Angie, thanks for the follow and I hope you find time to drop by. Somedays I can be very erudite, but most days I have fun with words.
I’ll be back! 🙂
Ha ha ha, another rant on birds 🙂
Sounds about right. A gull likes food more than life itself.