We took Bauer out for a walk last night and a bird pooped on me. On the front of my shirt. I was stunned. What timing! What accuracy! One inch the other way and it would have been in my hair. **Cringe** I can throw out the shirt but do I really want to shave my head!
I acted relatively cool (re: it wasn't in my hair) and remembered some myth that said a bird pooping on you is a sign of good luck. It was probably made up to soothe the person that had been pooped on.
We'll see if something lucky happens.
But don't hold your breath.