Hay fever and bird poo

[Maia]

I very rarely get colds or anything like that, but I do sometimes get hay fever, usually in May. It mainly makes me feel really tired, as well as bunged up, which, among other things, messes with my echolocation, and very occasionally slightly feverish, too. This was the case for a couple of days last week, and, with the end of the month, I thought the worst was over, though it returned with a vengeance yesterday, till about mid afternoon, then cleared up completely. But, to top it all off, I also managed to get bird poo on my rucksack, when, on leaving the flat, I put it on the ground to lock the front door, and when I picked it up again there was a rather disgusting slimy substance on one of the loose straps, the provenance of which, upon sniffing, was all too obvious.

[Walker]

They say that's good luck, likely for the paradox.
Every Spring, any car under the huckleberry tree gets really lucky.

[Maia]

They say that's good luck, likely for the paradox.
Every Spring, any car under the huckleberry tree gets really lucky.

Sadly, it didn't actually land on me, though I once had that happen, in my hair, many years ago.

[Walker]

I think that personal effects also count for good luck and clear away the sad blues, just because in general people tend to identify with their stuff, which the bird may or may not know.

I was sitting on a bench in a beach town last summer, eating ice cream, and a couple walked in front of me just as seagull unloaded on the woman's shoulder and arm, and is was a big gull. She ran into the nearest shop looking for water, yikes. They may have been the cause that spared me from nature's good luck, or practice.

[Maia]

I think that personal effects also count for good luck and clear away the sad blues, just because in general people tend to identify with their stuff, which the bird may or may not know.

I was sitting on a bench in a beach town last summer, eating ice cream, and a couple walked in front of me just as seagull unloaded on the woman's shoulder and arm, and is was a big gull. She ran into the nearest shop looking for water, yikes. They may have been the cause that spared me from nature's good luck, or practice.

We don't get many seagulls where I live, sadly, being just about as far as it's possible to be from the sea in England, something like a hundred miles, but we do get some, flying overhead, and whenever I hear them I always think of being at the seaside. Which reminds me, actually, of an idea I had a while ago. If a fish and chip shop wanted to attract more customers, all it would have to do is play the sounds of seagulls on a continuous loop, so that people walking past would think of the seaside, and maybe go in.