Posted by sean on May 13, 2005 at 4:46 pm in Animals, Fun At Home, TBA with No Comments

Apologies in advance for this blog entry it’s shit… literally

This morning I woke up to find that some bird has emptied the contents of its bowels all over one of my sloping bedroom windows, there is loads of the stuff! It’s like an Ostrich had been on the roof!


It’s totally disgusting and the problem with sloping Velux windows is that they are very hard to wash. I’m just going to have to wait for a shower to come down and wash it all away. Until then I’m condemned to stare at white bird shit complete with the contents of its last meal whenever I look out the window.

Another thing about bird shit is why is it nearly always white with black bits in it? Unless you have some strange medical reason you wouldn’t expect to white shit in the bottom of the toilet bowl after taking a dump.

You also don’t see dogs spraying sticky white shit up against walls… you see them laying their filthy eggs in street corners and old ladies picking it up in plastic bags, probably to take home for tea to ‘Boil in the bag’.

‘Boil in a Bag’. The favoured meal of old ladies who own dogs

So, why is it just birds with the strange coloured poo?

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