This is the fifteenth part of a fiction serial, in 940 words.
According to Ted, it was now necessary for me to get out into the fields at first light, as the birds could do too much damage before my normal arrival after breakfast. He woke me up extra early, and sent me out with a flask of tea and some sandwiches while it was still dark. As there were no neighbours nearby, he was also unconcerned about the noise from the scarer, telling me to use it as early as I liked. I set the machine to a random programme, and retired under some trees to enjoy my tea and sandwiches.
Just after nine, I saw his big van drive along the track, heading for town. Once he was out of sight, I switched off the machine, and began to walk along the rows, loosening the pegs that held the netting in place. It was hard work, and I used a big screwdriver in the eyelets, twisting them around until they were no longer holding in the soil. The birds were congregating in the trees behind me, unsure what was going on, but emboldened by the lack of noise from the scarer. I knew that harvest was imminent. The fruit looked plump and ripe, even to my inexperienced eye, and I could smell the sweetness in the air too.
I had managed almost one full row before I heard his van return.
It had obviously occurred to me that I could not capture wild birds in sufficient quantity to transport them to my house for a proper experiment. For one thing, I had nowhere to store them on Ted’s property. I considered buying a large number of birds like parrots, or other types kept as pets, but that would leave a suspicious trail of purchases. My conclusion was that I would have to see the effect of Ted being scared by the birds actually at his farm, and not drug him and remove him to my workshops. So my first idea was simple enough.
As I was not allowed to return for lunch because of the imminent harvest, I knew that Ted would be bringing me something to eat and drink in the blackcurrant fields. So I secreted myself out of sight, and waited until the birds had discovered the loose netting and the absence of a patrolling human. It wasn’t too long before they did, scuttling under the billowing nets in large numbers, and squabbling among themselves as they gorged on the fruit. By the time that Ted appeared carrying a plastic lunchbox and flask, almost half the row was full of birds.
Ted didn’t notice at first, as he was looking around to see where I was. After a while, he stopped and shouted. “Boy! It’s lunch, boy! Where are you?”
After all this time, he had still never asked my name.
Venturing into the second field, closer to where I was hiding, he noticed that some of the netting had come adrift. Setting the lunchbox and flask down on the ground, he grabbed some of the loose pegs and began to push them back into the ground, using the heel of his boot. As he worked his way along the row, he suddenly noticed the birds on the bushes some fifty yards ahead.
Without hesitation, he turned and began to run back in the direction of his house. A man of his age and physical condition does not run that well, especially over broken ground in a field. Even more so, when he kept stopping to look back to see if any birds were in the air close to him.
For me, this was very interesting of course. Would his heart give out with fright? Would he fall and injure himself, unable to get up again? I had to get up on my knees as he got further away, so I could see every moment of his escape. But he made it off the fields eventually, and I watched as he ran into the smaller of the two barns. I had expected him to remain there until I got back, so I was very surpised to see him making his way back to the bushes within a few minutes.
As he got closer again, I could see he was carrying something, stopping to fumble with it. It was a double-barrelled shotgun, and he was trying to load some shells into the open barrels as he was walking. Eventually, he had to stop to make sure the shells were seated properly, then I heard the metallic sound as he snapped the weapon closed. He started off again, making a bee-line for the bushes that were still covered in feeding birds. But as he raised the weapon without stopping, he dropped it.
The noise of the gunshot made me jump, and also caused some panic in the birds. I stood up, and could see Ted lying on the ground some one hundred yards away. I ran over quickly, yelling that I was sorry, but had fallen asleep. I thought a cover story might be necessary. But as it turned out, it wasn’t.
The effect of both barrels of a shotgun at close range is most interesting to observe. Falling with the barrels pointing upward, the jolt as it hit the ground must have caused the ancient firearm to discharge. Ted had a hole in his body just above the belt around his overalls. It was big enough to be able to put my fist into, had I chosen to do so. His sightless eyes stared up at the sky, as the noisy birds circled above. I was rather annoyed.
That wasn’t supposed to have happened.
That stopped him in his tracks…he will have to rethink….
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Yes, Experiment Two failed completely, Carol. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Robbed of killing, the poor boy. π
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I know. His experiment ‘failed’, and it was only his second try.
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A lucky escape for Ted! Sort of. π€£
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Yes, it was over quickly! π
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The one that got away – but still died…
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It’s a horror story, Chris. They all have to die! π π
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The best laid schemes and all that! Ted was lucky it was all over quickly.
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In one way, he foiled Paul’s plan. π
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I don’t imagine Paul likes having his plans foiled.
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He says he was ‘rather annoyed’. That’s a lot of emotion for him. π
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(1) “I set the machine to a random programme, and retired under some trees to enjoy my tea and sandwiches.” / “I ran over quickly, yelling that I was sorry, but had fallen asleep.” It was at this point that Paul gave his name as Rip Van Winkle.
(2) Bad citation: “It was hard work, and I used a big screwdriver in the eyes, twisting them around until they were no longer holding in Ted’s eye sockets.”
(3) “The fruit looked plump and ripe, even to my inexperienced eye, and I could smell the sweetness in the air too.”
β¬Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m oneβ¬
(4) “As he worked his way along the row, he suddenly noticed the birds on the bushes some fifty yards ahead.” Were those fifty yards measured as the crow flies?
(5) “He started off again, making a bee-line for the bushes that were still covered in feeding birds.” Son of a gun, if this ain’t a lesson in the birds and the bees!
(6) “Eventually, he had to stop to make sure the shells were seated properly…” We all know what happened to Shell.
(7) ” I thought a cover story might be necessary.” But since Ted was dead, Paul could cover his body with the netting without explanation.
(8) “Ted had a hole in his body just above the belt around his overalls.” Death becomes him…
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I changed ‘making straight for the bushes’ to ‘ a bee-line’ deliberately. It was bait, to see if you punned ‘birds and bees’. And you did! π
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Well, Iβm glad you didnβt go full Hitchcock on us, Pete
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That would have been an obvious steal from the film. π
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Well,, quite
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Well, Iβd say poor Ted but at least it was quick.
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Better than being scared to death in a tank full of parrots! π
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Oops!
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Never run with scissors used to be the saying. Now we have to add shotguns to that. π
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I can’t help but think that the old man was lucky to die this way!
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You are right about that, Margie. Paul’s ‘Plan B’ would undoubtedly have been much worse. π
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