It has been a long day. We checked into Ballard's Boarding House for the week a few hours ago. Mrs. Ballard was little forthcoming with any new information about the bird attacks. She did seem bothered still by the fact the victims ran out with no notice. We did get directed to Mcphee's Public House for a hot meal. All in all she seems to be a quiet and pleasant lady.
Mcphee's was a busy and crowded place. I hate places like this. Kenneth Mcphee, the proprietor, took our orders himself. The stew was not half bad. James noticed something that resembled a trap door. He seems to think it is a booze room. He could be right because Kenneth called himself a bartender but quickly changed it to restaurant host when he realized his slip. Overall, he did not seem to like us much. I think it could have been James constant questions about the birds. He did seem to lighten up a touch when James took a jab at our prohibition laws.
One other bit of information that James overheard was that a wild homeless looking person ran into the bar screaming about staying out of the woods. When he asked Mcphee, we found out that it was Prescott Walker. He is the owner of the sawmill and his family is one of the oldest in town. We are going to to check in on him later now. He could be the clue of finding about the birds. Also, Ken added that the birds were not around before the sawmill closed. The noise must have keep them away. We should check on this.
On the subject of the birds, they are everywhere. They are large and vicious looking but we have not been attacked yet. I was a bit nervous about walking in the dark back to the lodgings but it went with no incident. Now to get some sleep
Dear God someone is screaming.......
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