Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A large number of dunlins are gathering on the bay.

Here they come.

we have a snippet of footage Edgar shot recently of starlings,

[footsteps in distance]

the dunlins veer away from it in perfect unison,

-[Nancy] So thoughtful. -Hmm?

if I could just tell you this and you would believe me.

[child crying in distance]

[singing] ♪ Sleep now ♪

-[distant sobbing] -[banging on door]

[footsteps in distance]

[distant wailing]

-Nancy. -Please, Edgar, put it down.

[sighs] I don't know.

-[door rattling] -[woman yells]

[projector clicks]

It's an old house. Everything moves and creaks.

I'll be on the radio.

alone with her son?

Even sane, rational people like you

[murmuring on tape]

-I don't understand what's happened. -You haven't used an old tape?

I know you've had no proper sleep for a whole year.

[dunlins twittering]

all I feel is sad.

What's the one word I always mention

[Edgar] You have a scientist's brain.

[wings fluttering, chirping]

[burst of static]

[buttons clunk]

I know. I'm sorry.

you seem to care more about these people, these dead people,

I need to set up my cataloging system.

[boy breathes shakily]

Unless you want me to stay.

With nothing around.

It's no problem.