Saturday, June 28, 2008

Target Practic

That's the third time in a month I've come home on my bike to find bird shit all over me - head, back, backpack - whatever. At least this time it was only a pigeon (small, purple, semi-solid poos). Last two times were seagulls -- big blogs of white and yellow, stinky sloppy crap.

Fucking shitehawks.

I think they're getting back at me for shooting them off my window ledge with a super-soaker.

1 comment:

ZB said...

Get an air gun. The evil big nosed ginger haired bastard has one. They're great. And pigeons no longer eat his vegetables.

He eats them instead, roasted with thyme inside salt pastry glazed with egg and lemon.