Earlier in the week while Rachel was over we were complaining about all the birds that enjoy crapping on our back porch. The primary culprit, a Mourning Dove whom I have dubbed “The Shitting Bird”, doesn’t care if I walk up within arms reach of him and clap my hands – he’ll sit there, not looking at us, occasionally crapping.
So since there’s nothing to be done I decided to have fun with it. If the birds won’t stop we can at least judge them on their accuracy:
