Got back to my car after lunch today only to find that the birds had left me this present:

I’m not sure exactly what they are trying to tell me, but here are a few of the possibilities I’ve worked out so far:

  • “You’re parked in our space.  Don’t let it happen again.”
  • “Your teaching this morning needed some more work.”
  • “Happy New Year!  Now go wash your car.”
  • “We think we got food poisoning at the Mongolian Grill next door.”

Let me just say for the record that I am sorry to the large flock of birds with loose bowels and great aim.

Whatever I did won’t happen again.