Why: For reasons we shall never know
1,2,3…..splat. 4,5,6….splat.
He had merely meant for an afternoon of entertainment, at other people’s expense. It was an amusing game, shitting at every third window of some unfortunate building he’d targeted for the day. Sorrel had made sure to stock up on sunflower seeds for this purpose and so far they had been serving him well.
He had merely meant for harmless fun. He hadn’t meant to get caught in the act, his beak turning in horror at the window about to be opened in front of him. What was worse, he recognized the person behind the glass. No, not her.
Too frozen to fly away, all he could do was chirp shrilly as he began to flap, hoping a strong gust of wind would carry him away to safety.