You certainly can’t see the bird’s best side from down there.
Sometimes life at the shore is like that, life’s a beach!
in some cultures getting hit with bird stuff is considered good luck.
Long ago, a guy I knew took off his glasses, wiped the sweat off his face, looked up for a moment: splat. Landed right in his eye. He said it burned.
I always know where the birds have been hanging out, cause my dog makes sure she scares the crap out of them.
Want to watch some Eagles…http://biggeekdad.com/2011/03/decorah-eagles-webcam/
Reminds me of a childhood poem.
The final line of the poem is “I’m just glad that cows can’t fly!”
Always bring an umbrella when you go bird watching.
Better keep your mouth closed…
This is why I prefer to be a girl watcher; they nearly never fly over you to drop digestive waste on you (and are prettier too, come to think of it).
Little birdie in the sky. Why did you do it in my eye? I’ve been good and I don’t cry. Boy, I’m glad cows can’t fly.
“I didn’t realize they were on a bombing run.”