Yesterday we weren't long into our walk before we saw a couple of crows pecking at garbage. "Watch out," I said. "The crows here are mean, and really smart." Then I mumbled, "I hope they don't swoop and peck at us."
Photo from here.
As we approached, one crow flew away to some nearby trees. The second crow flew up to the telephone wires directly above the garbage and cawed repeatedly. I was nervous, so stepped off the tiny sidewalk we were on and walked around the area the crow was perched over. Dusty told me later that since it got out of the way, he figured it wasn't going to bother us... so he kept walking on the sidewalk.
Just as he passed under the crow—PLOP!—he got pooped on. A huge white splatter hit him on the front of his shoulder and went down his shirt and pants.
Needless to say, we cut the walk short. I felt bad for him, but both of us couldn't help but laugh between our, "Man, that's so sick!" comments.
Heh, now that I think about it, I can guess what that crow was cawing to the other one: "Hey, dude, watch this! Bet he'll walk right under me. Just watch!"
I think it's safe to say Dusty will "nevermore" walk under birds. ;)