Bad news, the birds banded together and started to rebel. They demanded freedom, birdseed, and my first born child. When I refused they became furious, feathers and birdshit everywhere...
Somehow I managed to escape but they soon tracked me, I knew it was a bad idea to crossbreed them with the hounds...
As I speak, they are trying to break into the saferoom. I don't know how much longer it'll hold out. I've been training bears in the meantime. Hopefully they'll be able to protect the candy and alcohol.

***CRASH***
OH SHI-