crapped on again
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
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.