Oscar the Pooping Bird

Last Sunday, after church, my family and I went for a drive around our town. We enjoyed driving by the beach, the water, the trees, watching the people, talking. After about 45 minutes in the car, my husband says “Oh no. Yuck!” I asked him what was wrong? He says “Let’s just go home.” I again asked him what was wrong?

He looks at me and says a bird just pooped on the side of the car. No biggie, that happens, right? Well, not really. Apparently, he had his elbow resting on the window and the bird shot the poop straight down, hitting my husband’s elbow and then dripping down the side of the car. I tried not to laugh, but couldn’t help it. Please note, he had his long-sleeved church shirt on, so he couldn’t just wipe it off his skin – it was soaked through the shirt to his skin.
My oldest son, Brian, has names for birds (my dad loves birds and has a bird named John that frequents his home and my dad feeds him peanuts). Brian has also named other birds – El Dorado and Luke. Well, at this point, he says, “Oh! That’s Oscar! He likes to poop on everyone!”

I looked at my husband and we both laughed! When I told my dad he laughed. My dad even included a short note on a postcard from their vacation in Alaska calling “Oscar a bad bird!” LOL Needless to say, I hope we don’t ever run into Oscar the Pooping Bird, because my husband might have some not-so-nice things to say to him!

Happy Sunday everyone!