Birdy, Birdy, In The Sky

In the early spring, I park my car under the maple tree at the top of our driveway. Until the leaves have filled out (which is a week or so away), the tree is an avian outhouse. My car looks, well, it looks like it's been sitting under a tree where dozens of birds hang out. When the leaves are fully grown, they catch those offerings.

Now I can identify the culprits. There's a book entitled “What Bird Did That?” Identify a bird by its poo!. I'd like to think that I have more of a life than one that would have me studying the droppings on my car's hood, but new knowledge about nature is rarely wasted.