It’s a Bird Party, But I’ve Never Been Invited

Mostly True Memoirs

It’s a bird party!

Mostly True Memoirs

It's a bird party

It’s A Bird Party!

I can’t figure it out.

Every morning, the driveway is covered in bird poop.

Absolutely covered.

I sweep it up, and the next day it’s back.

This has never happened before.

It doesn’t look like there’s a nest up there in the oak tree.

So where is this mess coming from?

Has our tree become the new southbound migration pit stop?

This morning, in addition to the copious bird poop, there were tons and tons of feathers.

And an empty Doritos bag.

I imagine they’re having some kind of a Go-Dog-Go bird party.

Which sounds kind of fun when you think about it.

I never actually see any birds, I just see the mess that they’ve left.

I guess I’m OK with it as long as Alfred Hitchcock doesn’t make an appearance.


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