I’m driving down Cornwall Avenue on my way to my ultimate game when I spot a couple of herons soaring overhead. As I approach their flight path, they pass out of view over my head. I muse on their graceful, effortless flight, and how fortunate I am to live in a city where I see them so frequently.
A second or so later, I hear what sounds like a half-dozen acorns landing on my car. The car has been bombarded with heron guano. They pretty much nailed every horizontal plane on the vehicle.
Beautiful birds, those herons.
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grin.
blasted birds. they eat the dumb fish out of my parents ponds. the smart ones survive by hiding, so we don’t see them.
good thing they got that there fish pond.