We have swallows at the winery.
A whole lot of swallows.
And every year when they come back to nest, it's like a scene straight out of Hitchcock: Swarms of black wings. Literally, a cloud of birds. Chirping and cooing and making strange clicking noises in their throats. They fly back and forth, building little mud nests in the eaves outside the window at my desk.
And while I think it's interesting that they come back to the same place every year, the sheer number of birds kind of freaks me out.
Especially since they poo on absolutely anything and everything.
It makes me somewhat terrified to go outside. In fact, I've started wearing hooded sweaters (despite the warm weather) in an attempt to protect myself.
My car, unfortunately, has become a poo target. So if you see a grey Camry covered in bird shit, that would be me.
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