Wendy L Hooton

Do birds freak you out like they do me? Yep, I am NOT a fan! Or should I say the old me was not a fan, but in my defense, I have good reason. Until recently, I joked the top of my head was marked with a target, seen only by our feathered friends that said, “poo here.” And let me tell you, poo they did. On more than one occasion I felt the familiar soft splat, knowing instantly what it was, yet my reflexes, quicker than my thinker, sent my hand straight to the target. The feel