You may have done great things in life. Maybe you are a hero. Maybe you are famous. There might be a statue erected for you on a bridge in Edinburgh.
Then a bird will come and shit on top of your head. It won’t care what you did or who you are. To the bird, you are like any other human being, in fact like any other animal or like a stone or a piece of wood.
Think!
The Happy Hermit 
In fact, this is a stone – just given the outer form of human bodies. ;)
But there’s something I’d like to know: How do you come to be carved in stone there? I mean the man on the right, of course.
A PGIO, (penetrating glimpse into the obvious) about birds and I suspect after a generation or two neither do the people who walk by the statue, if they even know what the significance was to begin with. When I see these costly statues I don’t necessarily see commemoration but loss of resources to those who most directly affected by the reason/person in stone.
Been having a very shitty couple of days……this made me smile. Thanks!
Birds prefer to shit on famous people who listen to or watch their anus expand. Thus, poop in the ear or an eye or even into a mouth. Then they watch your reaction. Birds are more nasty than you may think. They are leftover dinosaurs. Just watch this little birdy poop right on camera:
bird proof my opinion about to be famous or to be shit.