(Warning: scatological references ahead.) We’re all used to birds leaving us little presents on our cars. You’ve got to wonder sometimes if they are deliberately aiming. I figure most birds live in trees so maybe they’d rather hit non-plant matter instead of Aunt Tweety’s oak condo units. Yesterday I was in my car, waiting at a stop light. Both the driver and passenger side windows were open. I suddenly heard a loud “splat”. I looked to the right. Somehow, through some freak of physics, a bird had managed to land one inside the passenger window on the arm rest. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I didn’t get a chance to see who the culprit was. But I did start wondering about those poor people who drive convertibles.