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Horrors Small And Large Haunt 'Birds'
The book is full of these small horrors, like her description of the air in the shearing shed as "thick like soup, flies bloating about in it." That "bloating" perches grotesquely at the intersection of "bloated" and "floating," calling up rot, drowned things.
Larger horrors, too, prowl the edges of the narrative, and are revealed gradually and often obliquely — Jake's life as a prostitute, her effective enslavement on the remote farm of an old man who may or may not have murdered his wife. Jake's betrayal, again and again, by the people in her life, and the heinous, unforgivable sin she committed as a teenager that turned her into a person without a home.
A Sheep Killer Is On The Loose In 'All the Birds, Singing'