The storm last night was strange. The sky was illuminated by purple flashes of light that lit up the surrounding fields and hail stones pounded down covering the ground. Stranger still, the hail stones were not white but a soft gentle blue in color until they melted into the ground and disappeared. Whatever it was, the ground loved it as this morning saw the soil covered in miniature blue flowers. I say blue, but I don’t have the vocabulary to describe the range of shades that were exhibited. The sparrow, foraging on the soil was the first victim. The iris moved – no, it reared like an alien creature reaching out for food. The yellow tongue extended and injected a neurotoxin into the hapless bird which was first of all stunned into immobility and then started to dissolve in front of my eyes. The invasion had begun.