Many years ago when my adult children were young, my wife and I took them the Movieworld on the Gold Coast.
It was a very hot day and the place was packed. The kids had just gone onto a ride when low and behold, I could see a park bench about 100 metres away become vacant.
Call it an act of God or whatever but with thousands of people between me and the bench, no one sat down on it.
Like a swimming pool in the middle of the desert, I had struck gold and sat proudly on my new throne, wearing a smug look of arrogance and contentment.
Before I could stop thumbing my nose at those walking past, a bird had decided to crap itself ............... on my head to be precise.
There were 10,000 guest in the park that day my friends and that magnificent magpie decended on me, to have a diarrhoea attack.
I can't tell you how privileged I felt. We left the park not long after.
Sorry, but this is the only bird story I can pass on.
Aussie