Bring 6 foot something does bring one a little closer to the tree canopies. On this occasion however, being a little lower (Andy’s 5 foot nothing…) did bring a key piece of evidence to what could have been a sticky, stinky scenario…
On the ground was a decent amount of bird shit. But not your standard little chickadee or seagull terd. This shit resembled a paint can that had been splashed over.
A sudden “squack” from the trees, it was apparent that there were some large birds nesting above. And they shit where they eat.
Turns out we had stopped below a heron habitat. Jay quickly moved out from under the dump zone.
JRH AGENCY 