No, I’m not referring to the addlepated “peace” protesters, but that foul fowl know as the grackle.  I spent a significant amount of time outside yesterday cleaning up the yard and mowing.  I have a bad habit of ignoring the back yard area during the winter, so I had a lot of leaves and junk built up back there.  As I was bagging the leaves (which was no mean feat, given the winds we had yesterday), I didn’t give much thought to the fact that I was standing under a big tree.  Or at least I didn’t until I noticed something odd on my jacket.  One of those filthy little buggers up in the tree had dropped a little gift for me.

Let’s just say that I was less than thrilled.  It’s lucky (for the bird, anyway), that Denton has this pesky little ordinance about discharging firearms in the city limit, or that bird would have been reduced to a fine red mist and a cloud of feathers floating on the wind.  I briefly contemplated a silent attack using my high-powered assault slingshot, but my temper cooled before doing anything rash.