Working for NASA was every geek's wet dream. Getting to work with radio signal's looking for signs of extra terrestrial life? It didn't get better than that. There was a group of about 3 of us that worked at the station. There was me, that is Alex, I was the heavy science fiction nerd living the ultimate fantasy. Dwight, he was more of the hardcore science, barely any kind of guy. Finally, we had Alfred, or Fred, who was more on my end of the spectrum.
We all went through years of schooling, nights of adderall, all just trying to get this dream gig, all cause we wanted to believe. It turns out, the ultimate fantasy involved nothing but radio science and some long nights of Magic the gathering or Dungeons and Dragons. One night, everything changed.  Fred and I were in a fierce battle with a Basilisk, when the radio picked up a signal. The dice fell out of my hand, Fred leaped over the table tripping over Dwight. This is the moment we were waiting for, we were there for what could possibly be the first contact with alien life! Dwight grabbed the paper out of the machine to interpret what it said, all hoping this would  be history. 
Dwight's faced changed...confused..almost scared he began to slowly look up “The birds are not what they seem.”
“....What the fuck is that supposed to be mean!?” I shouted completely bewildered by it all, while Fred stood there, just as confused. 
“I don't know! It just says “the birds are not what they seem.” I don’t know how to process that at all” Dwight said, with almost a Vulcan tone.
I still don't know why we did it, but instinctively we all walked to the nearest window to look out. “Oh shit.” Fred said, staring back at us a large murder of crows on a nearby tree. All of them sitting still, staring at the window. We instinctively started stepping back slowly, and without warning the entire group of crows dove for the window, cracking and shattering it to pieces. Me and Fred managed to escape and get to the next room and shut the door. It was to late for Dwight, they had already started on his eyes. 
“I'm not parked far, I think we can make it to my car and get the hell out of here. Start calling everyone you can, warm them, tell them the birds aren't what they fucking seem!” I said already running toward the exit. We managed to get into my car without any harm be falling us.
I was focused on fleeing the gruesome scene, not paying attention to all the warning calls Fred was making. I realized I was driving to the next closest NASA secure base, hoping maybe there, we'd be ok. Suddenly, there was almost a darkness over us, I looked up and there they were, dozens of pigeons swooping down, and in the most aggressive form I've ever seen, covered my entire car in shit. I managed to keep from swerving in all the crap, regain control, turn the wipers on and kept heading to the base. 
I almost regret being able to see out my windows. The birds were going nuts. There were swans trying to rape men in the street, Seagulls swooping seemingly aiming only to shit in peoples food or faces. I turned occasionally to see Fred's horrified face, he never did like birds.  Thankfully, the base was in sight. We just might make it. 
I drifted into the parking lot, as near as I could “Fred, are you ready?! We can make it man” We opened the door and started sprinting the 50 feet to the door. Half way there, I heard a scream and a thud, I couldn’t stop to turn and look, I just kept going. When I reached the door, I shoved it open and turned around. Somehow an ostrich blindsided Fred and was going between stomping on his chest and pecking at this face. I slammed the door, terrified, hoping the horror ended here.
I made my way down slightly familiar corridors to the large meeting room I remember from years ago. My hunch was right, there was a gathering of scientists, and military personal. The only down side, they were screaming at each other, of course, trying to think the best course of action. The scientists needed to know more, while the army folk needed to know where to get more guns to take down the feathery menace. They had a news channel on in the background, leading me to believe they were just as clueless as I was.
The TV flickered to the presidential seal, and the room fell to silence. You could hear crying immediately as the camera opened up on the room, the president was there, laid out on the floor, being ripped apart by vicious a pair of vicious cassowary. On top of the desk, perched, with wings spread, an albatross stared dead into the camera.  All I had left was a hope that maybe, those aliens that sent a warning, were coming to free us from our new avian overlords.