The Birds

I thought I was in Alfred Hitchcock's movie The Birds during our cat walk today. The cats chill out on the grass and a bird, then another, then another, start their bird warning calls. Next a bird swoops down within a few feet of the cats. This excites and frightens the cats, their tails twitch, whiskers erect, and make that weird chattering sound. More swoops come and the cats run behind me, then want inside the stairwell. They come out again to be swooped again and want inside again. Precious comes back again while Frodo stay inside. Within a minute, bird swoops down almost hitting me this time and Precious wants back inside. Time is up and we go upstairs. Now the birds are on the gutter and balcony railing tormenting my cats again. Bad birds. Post later.