The fifth plague?

More dead birds.

This time, whole bodies and heads and other things.

I heard my name in the courtyard - my Yiddish teacher had seen me crouched over a bloodied mess.

"What's happening? There are dead birds everywhere!"
"It's okay, it's the Falcons. They're just really active."

What I didn't say, what I didn't mention was that I'd ID'd the three-inch beak I saw last time...today still attached to the head and a torn neck. Some kind of heron. Brown? Green? Whatever we have around here. Dulled eyes and broken heart.