I just looked out of my window and saw a perky little bird land on the beam under the eaves. I thought with pleasure, "How adorable. Isn't nature wonderful?" With a gleam in his beady black eye, he turned about, his tail dipped, and a long line of poop slid down the beam, staining it a brilliant magenta. He must have been at the cactus fruit. I wonder if this is indicative of the kind of day I'll be having.