I have never seen so many black crows in my entire life. It’s creepy. It’s like invasion of the crows or something. God there are so many crows on the trees, i got the feeling that they were sending a message to us humans. Like a warning that they will over-populate us soon.

A shot of rifle sent the massive flock of crows scattering into the night sky, towards the food court like it was time for a grand feast. In an instant the floor was canopied with white-ish stain with a hint of olive green. Crow droppings everywhere. O.o
 

While i was lucky enough to have dodged the poo bombing, Mr. Bf did not. I suspect it is because i have Shaolin blood in my veins. You won’t believe it if i told you i can crouch like a tiger and hide like a dragon right? But i do. I can even dodge bullets so birds droppings are easy peasy… erm maybe not but i can laugh like a hyena.

I tried hard to stifle my hyena laugh when i saw Mr. Bf’s toes drenched in crow shit. *muahahaha!

At times like this, few questions crept into my mind.

How can birds poo while they are flying? I would like to learn so i won’t suffer from constipation ever again.

Why do birds poo while they are flying? A sick fetish maybe.

Why do bird droppings never fail at aiming at human? To pay revenge to human kind maybe.

Does laughing at your partner’s unfortunate luck for getting birds droppings on their toes kills the relationship? I hope not.