Strangely, the bird ignores the massive unsupervised expanse of the of the bay. Insisting to land instead on a tiny dingy, and asking fisherman Ziggy if they have permission to excrete their business on a small section of said dingy that will have to be cleaned up by our friend at a future time.
Strangely, the bird ignores the massive unsupervised expanse of the of the bay. Insisting to land instead on a tiny dingy, and asking fisherman Ziggy if they have permission to excrete their business on a small section of said dingy that will have to be cleaned up by our friend at a future time.
Why would a bird “doo” such a thing?