I remember seeing The Birds when I was a child, and recognizing that the final scene, where the family that has been sheltering in the house near the bay decides to leave, at dawn, and hurry across the lawn toward their car, though silently, so as not to disturb the birds that have gathered there, and cause them to attack, would stay in my mind indelibly, though I could not then have described that recognition, for I did not have the words.