THE BIRDLY POO, OH, WHAT TO DO
‘Twas a fool-free first of April this year. The birds kinda took a stab at it though the week prior.
Was out and about on the hunt for some decent boots. Having scored a pair, I was headed back to the car, when I felt it. Something hit my bag. The weight of it, something definitely hit it. I looked up. Nuttin’. At the bag, all around the top and sides. There! Poop. Moved the bag. More poop, there on the ground. This could have been so much worse, as my Dad’s forehead once attested.
Recorded the experience for posterior, er, posterity.
Stopped to deposit some mail recently, and was happy to see a familiar site atop the mailbox! Who left it there? Is it still there right now? It could use a bath and my first reaction was to take it with me. I refrained and hope to find it still there at a later date, pop-free.