Sid stared out the window into the beady eyes of his visitor. The crow surveyed the area and then cawed to his friends. In seconds, several more of the sleek, black birds stomped around the yard.
The birds cautiously pecked at the few bits of bread Sid had left out earlier. It was a peace offering, but Sid was doubtful. He looked at plan B and hoped he wouldn’t have to resort to such measures. It had been wrong of him to take a hose to the birds. Now they seemingly spent the whole day waiting to get their revenge.
Sid stepped outside. Immediately the birds took to flight and began dive bombing. He escaped to safety and reluctantly turned to plan B.
Back outside, Sid crossed the yard unharmed. The birds no longer recognized him, but it was going to be a long summer beneath the hot, rubber mask.
Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-7132016.