Hot Bird

This morning as I was sitting at my table enjoying my everything bagel with link sausage I looked out my back sliding door. The temps were in the high 20's so there was frost everywhere. A rather plump bird had perched on my deck rail and I thought "now that's a beautiful picture" and I pondered about getting my camera.

I said "If I move, he'll fly away...maybe...."
Then I remembered my stepDad was on his way over for some coffee, so I said "well, he'll be here soon and probably scare him off before I can get the shot".

Needless to say, I didn't move or get the camera or the shot.

But I watched this bird with the background of glistening beauty. Then I noticed "steam"....the kind like when you're out in the cold and you can "see" your breath. I thought this was odd....can the bird be breathing that heavily??

Too be sure not?
But what?

Then he turned a bit and ruffled his tail feathers my way.
NO FRIGGIN WAY!!

YEP....the bird was crapping on my deck rail and the steam was coming from "you know what/where"!

Just messed up that perfect picture for me right then and there, damn bird.