You killed the blog, John

I sat outside this morning with my hands freezing for no other reason than that there was an incredible number of birds roosting in the trees in the back yard and I thought it might be nice to take some pictures of birds for a bit. I had taken about eight pictures, none of which turned out how I wanted, when I heard a mass spreading of wings (there were about 200 of them in those trees). The birds took to the air, and they all shat on me as they flew away. And that's how I feel today.