If you read my original bird poop inspired post, this post will make total sense. If not, let me fill you in on all the details: I posted about bird poop and this is a follow up.
More importantly, instead of MY bird poop stories (yes, they really stop before infinity), I am sharing some stories from my blogger friends! I’m telling you, everyone has a bird poop story and this topic never gets old!
Pooped On For Love
Our favorite Editor In Chief Val over at BonBon Break shared a romantic poop with us. Get out your hankies people. Val was the recipient of a bird poo package in the midst of being asked to prom by her high school boyfriend. Val was in luck, as her boyfriend’s letterman jacket shielded her from direct contact with the offending substance. She said ‘yes’ if your wondering.
Amanda who blogs at The Eastern Bay shared with me a package delivered upon her study abroad arrival to Salamanca, Spain. Luckily for Amanda, the target was her glamorous, soon to be best friend who was joining as the lone participant from her school in San Diego. We’re talking as soon as she got off the bus. Welcome to Spain.
Courtney from The Brown Girl With Long Hair has remained bird poop free herself, and shared a story about Other People’s Bird Poop (or OPBP — yeah you know me). Cloudy from being passed down through the generations of her family, Courtney told me the story of her dad running track at the University of Michigan, and his football playing friend Mike, a big guy and a popular student athlete at UM. As big Mike left Michigan stadium one day, you guessed it… bird doody. Square on the forehead. Not only was Mike a poo target, but was from that day forward a target of bird poop jokes as well. He went on to become Courtney’s Uncle Mike by marrying into the family, and the story followed him even after he got drafted into the NFL to play for the New York Jets.
Julia at Happy House and Home let me know that she didn’t have a bird poop story…oh wait…except for that time she was hit in the face with bird poop going 65mph on a motorcycle. It hurt and she thinks some got in her mouth. Ummmm…guess what, not only does that qualify, but it might be the best bird poop story ever.
I was excited to receive a bird poop story from Anita, author of Blessed (but Stressed) – A Cancer Caregiver’s Companion, as I have read about her bird watching escapades on her blog and was looking forward to some exotic bird shit. Let’s first pause and take in Anita’s birding tip of not opening one’s mouth while bird watching. Very wise (Julia of Happy House and Home, take note). So Anita’s incident was actually the cutest I came across. She was pooped on by a hummingbird and described it as ‘watery spit’- awwwww!
My Parentz Bop songwriting buddy Meredith at Perfection Pending has a 4 year old child who was recently the target of a bird at the park. Meredith made the giant mistake of alerting said child to the situation happening on the back of their shirt. The child had been clueless and happy up to this point, however, this news caused him to stand frozen in place and refuse to play. Complete shirt removal was in order to proceed. The moral of this story is that if a bird poops on your kid and they don’t notice, proceed as normal and let them live in blissful ignorance.
Sarah of Parent Your Business was a fountain of bird poop stories (she claims there are at least 4!). In one incident, Sarah was biking around Vancouver Island while on a break from a convention. As she rounded a bend with some coworkers, Sarah got BOMBED by a seagull. We’re talking loss of sight, making it necessary for her to stop and de-poo. As she was stopped, her coworkers rode by warning her of the tons of birds still above. Ominous. She also gave honorary mention to a bird who pooped THROUGH a screen umbrella at a restaurant directly into her tea.
Vanita of the Blogging Betties (check them out!!) and The Strategic Mama lives in an old 3 story frame house with a pointed roof in NYC. There are flocks of pigeons that hang out there and line up to look extra creepy for passers by. Here is the part where I said to myself “Self, Vanita has gigantic balls”, because Vanita’s comment included these words to me: “Miraculously I’ve never been hit yet.” Jinxed much Vanita? We’re routing for you.Thanks so much for sharing your stories ladies!!
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