It was a sunrise of his spirit, as the old man decided to plant crops alongside his mud hut, crops such as groundnuts and beans, however not a minute too soon birds round up within his yard.

As the Old man stir the soil in preparation for planting, one bird flew beside and the Old man utterly shouted “get lost” the bird quickly flew away and landed on a tree, it started chirping somehow as a way of calling …

Not for long two birds landed on the same tree and now they were three. Unnoticed! the Old man collected his tools as he was done planting, he entered into his mud-hut. The birds flew by without much interaction, they started digging and eating the Old man crops …

Involuntarily, the Old man overheard the birds chirping and scratching, he came out running, screaming at the birds “get lost, get off my crops! Again the birds flew and landed on the exact tree, at one time they chirped as away of calling …

More birds came by and landed on the tree but they were made to feel that they were there on sufferance, because the Old man couldn’t resist, he kept throwing rocks and anything throwable at them but the birds just flew above in circles

The Old man yield and entered his hut to rest, within a short time the birds again digged and ate his crops, while fast asleep the Old man dreamt about the birds roughly attacking him, he woke up scared and breathing heavily 

An idea came to his mind, he crafted a scarecrow using sacks and old clothes, he then hung it on a pole next to the crops, from there the birds scattered in terror and they were gone for good.