A couple weeks ago my wife was outside filming a clip of a large herd of birds that infrequently roosts in one o' them big trees out back. Very cool to see them flying around.
And then the unexpected...
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Well that's one way to deal with a paparazzo ;-)
Posted by: Sarah | Saturday, 25 November 2006 at 03:30 AM
Modernistic revision to the old saw: "Into every life a little bird shit must fall..."
Wow! LOL
Posted by: wil | Saturday, 25 November 2006 at 05:36 AM
I laughed. I cried.
(Well, I didn't cry).
Posted by: Paul | Saturday, 25 November 2006 at 07:35 AM
I like the way she took it in stride. No shaky (er) camera work, and grossed-out scream.
Despite that, our wives have something in common. Birds crapped on my wife twice during our 10th anniversary trip. They were magpies (the birds, that is).
Posted by: Mark | Saturday, 25 November 2006 at 11:40 PM
Thx! :)
Posted by: honda-radio | Friday, 15 February 2008 at 03:38 PM