Union kilt bird bombed !

**cessna152towser** · 18th June 07, 07:16 AM

I was just opening the car door when I was bombed by a big black crow. The contents hit the car first then splashed all over the apron of the light blue denim Union kilt I was wearing.

Straight into the washing machine, at 40 centigrade, as per the instructions, with just a very little stain remover sprayed onto the splashes and one persil gel tablet added to the water.

It seems to have washed OK - will just need a press with the iron.

Thankfully I wasn't wearing an expensive wool kilt at the time!

**cloves** · 18th June 07, 02:01 PM

i've heard that getting "bombed" as you put it

was actually good luck.

**McClef** · 18th June 07, 02:10 PM

Originally Posted by cloves

i've heard that getting "bombed" as you put it

was actually good luck.

No s**t

**GMan** · 18th June 07, 09:03 PM

Glad that it wasn't a flock of them!

**Riverkilt** · 18th June 07, 09:24 PM

Boy, rude bird!

Old story of a sea captain with a peg leg, a hook for a hand, and an eye patch.

When he put in for another ship the young guy doing the hiring was skeptical and said he didn't look like much of a captain with all that damage. The olde captain said he'd never lost a ship to pirates.

So the hiring kid asked how he lost his leg. The olde captain told how a cannon ball took it clean off but he and his crew repelled the pirates and saved the ship and the goods for the merchantman.

Then the hiring kid asked how he lost his hand. The olde captain told how pirates boarded but despite having a hand taken off by a pirate's cutlass they drove the pirates over board and saved the ship and the goods for the merchantman.

So then the hiring kid asked how he lost his eye. The olde captain said he was checking the rigging when a sea gull pooped in his eye.

The kid asked how sea gull poop could cause him to lose his eye. The captain said to the kid, "Sonny, it was my first day with the hook!"

So, point is, hey, it coulda been worse.

Ron

**Kilted Mason** · 18th June 07, 11:43 PM

On my first date with Mrs. kilted mason we went the water gardens in Fort Worth. As we walked and talked we decided to sit and people watch for a while. As we set there a bird bombed me on the shoulder and all the down the front of my shirt. I died a thousand deaths in the silence that followed as it was on the side she was setting on. Then out of nowhere a bird hit her square in the lap of her skirt. Now all these years latter it’s one of our favorite stories of how we new we were made for each other. I fact the youth group at church did reenactments of each staff members first date with their wife and mine was voted the favorite. It was a lot funnier watching it portrayed by the kids than having it happen. And all these years later I still have it, the church did a bluebonnet run a few weeks ago and at the first stop the only thing anybody could talk about was the big bombing pile on the very top my helmet. At least it didn’t hit my bike I had spent hours the day before cleaning and polishing.