Attack of the killer pigeons

Last night, I grabbed dinner with a classmate before Family Development. It was a nice night... sunny and 70 degrees, perfect for enjoying a leisurely burrito out on the balcony at the Paseo. About three bites in, however, these pigeons started landing on the railing, one by one, and they were no ordinary pigeons. They looked kind of evil, and they had hairy (feathery?) feet, and they wouldn't disappear despite much shoo-ing and insulting of their mothers. "Hey, did you ever see 'The Birds'?" Karen asked, and no sooner did that question leave her lips than the ringleader pigeon dove onto her plate, landing with one foot in a taco and the other in a side of beans, and started thrashing. Three more pigeons joined in. Salsa and refried beans were flying everywhere. I think Alfred Hitchcock may have been onto something.