Caw Caw. All eyes look up at a lone Jackdaw circling in the skies above. Caw. Caw. The long echo of her birdsong.
Sweeping magestically down over the shed she glides down to perch on the branch of the old apple tree. Her beady eyes moist with tears she moves towards her nest.
Three hungry mouths reach up to her, wide open with hunger. They do mot know that Daddy won't be back tonight, the cold earth now his bed forever more. Mother Bird feeds her precious babies and using her beak deftly arranges a sequin thong in the nest to keep them warm.
She flies off and lands on the shed, a knowing look at the large crowd gathered around the small mound of earth.
There is no sound, then a soft flutter of wings and a shrill CAW CAW cuts through the air as Mother Bird dive bombs the crowd, "You murdering Bastards!"
The crowd breaks cover, running in all directions. Some stumble blindly, trampling the Begonia's, whilst others run towards the house and bang on the french doors begging to be let in.
Zoooom Mother Bird dives and dives again, the crowd at the mercy of her sharp beak. "Has anyone got a toupee?" a lone voice is heard cowering from behind the shed......
Police sirens in the background getting louder as they approach.