We have a house guest

My husband was cleaning for super bowl party. Sweeping out on the back porch, he turned around just in time to avoid the "shit bomb." Splatted on top of the glass topped table was the largest pile of bird poop. He's always finding evidence of our friendly birds and has never thought much about it but since this was rather fresh, he looked up to see if he could find the miscreant.

Perched in our eaves was a sleepy-eyed owl. Seems he's rather fond of our porch roof. Though you can't tell by this photo, he's rather small, about the size of my husband's hand. Too fun.