I park my car in a carport along with 6 to 8 other cars. For the past several springs, starlings have built nests in the rafters over our cars and the inevitible happens. Until the babies are grown and the nests abandoned, our cars get spattered with bird droppings.
This year there is a junky station wagon in the slot two down from mine. Just the other day I said to the car, "They really need to get you a car bra because your front end is falling out." (Sometimes I just crack me up.)
This year, the birds have chosen that car to crap on. For some reason, the starlings have bombarded the station wagon and surrounding area and left the other cars alone.
It gives new meaning to the expression "That car's a pile of crap."
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