When my friend Petra and I left work last week, we saw red splotches all over her car - she asked me what sort of birds made that kind of poo?! I said I thought it couldn't possibly be birds, and it must have been some late-night reveller on their way home the night before, who'd thrown what looked exactly like pizza or pasta sauce at her car when they'd finished their take-away. However, when I scraped the ice off my car the next morning, I saw that I had the same splotches on my little Citroen. We work in a beautiful part of the High Weald, near a nature reserve, and pass Mick the warden and other friendly bird-watchers every day on our lunchtime walk, so I asked what sort of bird might have left us both this decorative gift. The answer is waxwings, who have flown south from Scandinavia, and who have been eating rather a lot of holly berries! My birdwatching friends tell me we should feel honoured!
Lifelong bookworm, love writing too. Have been a theatrical agent and reflexologist among other things, attitude to life summed up by Walt Whitman's MIRACLES.