crapped on again

Toronto, 2018.03.07

I discovered splat of bird crap on my shoe; my sixteenth crapping upon by our flying friends. This time it was dry and came right off thankfully. I wonder what manner of flying poop vector it had been. Something small, but not as tiny as a sparrow, I think.

My entire history of being blessed by birds is here.

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-Prince Philip

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