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Birds, apparently do NOT suffer from safe toilet syndrome. I was just outside, enjoying the sunshine when suddenly I heard a splat and then felt something. yep, birdshit down my left arm, across my left foot and all over my right flip flop. Grrrrrrr. Stupid bird.
posted by Bravie at 9:37 AM
30 Comments:
*points and laughs*
Hrmph!!!!!
Direct hit!
Indeed.
*puts out more bird feed*
At least someone is being fed.
They need their strength, it's a long flight.
You are not my friend.
Thank GOD this happens to someone other than me.
*glares at Kim*
*gasp* yes I am!
Darn. I wish they had gotten your head. Then I could call you a shithead. *grin*
See what happens when you make fun of me?
LOL. Good one, Jen!
*points and laughs at Bravie just like I pointed and laughed at momma*
Good thing this didn't happen next week, or I'd get a complex.
Aww, poor Carey. That just sucks.
{{hugs}}
MM <-- kissing up
Thank you, MM. At least someone is being nice to me and having sympathy for me. *sobs*
I used to have this happen to me on a regular basis when I was a lifeguard.
It's not the idea of bird crap on your skin that really gets you. It's the warmth of said bird crap that really squinks you out. UGH!
And the fact that it landed on my sleeve and looked like oatmeal. GAG.
Did you lick it? Maybe it tastes like oatmeal. You never know until you try.
Were you looking? *paranoid look*
No, of course not.
*skulks behind bushes*
Oh this made me feel better about the baby vomit I got in my mouth!
Ewwwww!
*vomits on Zombs*
Was it a sea gull? They are great precision poopers.
*groans* at Kim*
Zombs, I saw you on AFHV.
Nope. It was a big black bird. I'm pretty sure it was a crow. We have a family of them living on the roof of the building. I know the bird was black but it was flying so fast that by the time I realized I had been crapped on, it was about 50 yards away. That bastard.
Swami needs to come visit you with her shotgun.
*sits with MM and sucks up*
bwahaahahaaha!!!! I hate it when that happens.
The first thing Tom does when he gets home is get the gun and go out on the back deck looking for crows!
And yet, we still have them show up regularly because they love our tall trees. If a crow ever crapped on Tom he would probably get a bazooka.
I know from living in India that the best way to deter crows from entering your yard is to hang a dead crow in a prominent place. Works great - but we're worried what the neighbours might think.
*Laughs at Bravie and Zombs. Runs away from Swami's house.*
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