There is a fun passage in one of Bill Bryson’s travel books where his friend gets pooped on by a bird on the Champs-Élysées in Paris.
I could picture it clearly because I was in Paris a few times during my twenties when I was a flight attendant and of course visited the Champs-Élysées while there.
I remember reading that passage and laughing so hard I almost peed myself. Not only did the friend get pooped on by the bird, it happened twice!
I have to admit that I do worry sometimes when I’m down by the lake that a seagull might poop on me. But it never happened in over 50 years.
A bird, probably a sparrow, pooped on me. 😳
When that happened I stared at it incredulously. What the hell?
My next thought was this:
Blog fodder. 🤪
Anyway I went inside and cleaned up, made a fresh coffee, and then came back outside to enjoy this warm sunshine, which has finally made an appearance up here in Toronto, only to notice this:
Tucker, my 10 month old puppy, claimed my seat. 😀
I have more to tell you about but I’ll stop here for now. I had a hard time getting up this morning because my arm hurt all night from the Pfizer shot I got yesterday, but I’ll tell you about that another time.
Good morning! May you spend a *bird-poop free* day today!