Idk but I once saw a person with REALLY long, flowy hair on the beach being hit by a projectile from a seagull. Interestingly, this is THE ONLY time I have ever seen or heard somebody ever being shat on by a bird. Weird, no?
Oh no! This reminds me: in college I was late to an orchestra rehearsal once because a bird pooped on my head just as I was heading out the door, and I had to go take an emergency shower. When I got to rehearsal, my conductor was angry I was late. When I explained why, he couldn’t stop laughing.
My very first time in DC, visiting my dad during the summer of ’72, having a nice picnic beside the tidal basin, I got a load of that straight into my cup of soda.
It’s a helluva town.