Bird bombing is weird. There's a kind of "air traffic corridor" between my apartment and a thick line of trees where flocks of them fly through and umpty-billion of them also have nests in those trees.
For some bird-brained reason every once in a while they'll choose a car in our parking lot to bomb. Last year it was my next-door neighbor's car --twice in three days. He'd come out in the morning and his vehicle would look like someone took a couple of cans of white paint and splattered it on his car from all angles. (And a few small cans of green and brown paint.) He could hardly see through the windows.
Here's the layout/target area. Reconnaisance photo taken from my balcony... a bird's-eye view. That's my car --the last space in the parking lot. The white stuff is snow, not bird doo.
This year they chose my car and about two months ago the same thing happened to my vehicle. My turn to cuss 'n fuss, but I figured if they followed the pattern (it has happened before to other cars) they'd do it twice, and that would be that.
Sure enough, two days later they carpet-bombed it again. But they were pretty accurate. Hardly any of it was on the ground.... I'd say 90% of it was on my car. Almost like they had little Norden Bombsights and crosshairs built into their little avian eyes and brains. So as I was unlocking it, I hollered, "OK, you guys, you had your fun, now lay off, huh?"
Nothing for two weeks, then they chose somebody else's car.
True story. No lie. I do know flocks of little birds will "mob" a threatening bigger bird and force it to the ground, and then drop tons of crap on it until it can't fly any more from getting all wet and gooky... I've seen this on one of those nature shows by Richard Attenborough (sp?).
I mean, it was not like my car, or the other cars, were threatening or anything --they parked out there all the time. Just one day they'll decide, "Hey, let's get that Audi." and the next time around, one will suggest, "Hey, let's get that Chevy."
You can't tell me non-verbal species can't think and devise ways to have fun like that. There was no other reason for it but to make mischief, like little kids.
They seem to skip a day. Maybe to give you a chance to get your car washed. Maybe just to "re-arm."
Terry, 230RN