I absolutely am! Last summer, until it was finally washed off by a heavy rainfall, I had a big smear of bird shit on one of the back windows of the house. Now this window, like most house windows, is vertical, and underneath a roof overhang. The only way a bird could have shit on it is if a particularly athletic bird had been nominated by the evil avian crowd to dive-bomb my window, swooping in and releasing its load at just the right moment as it perilously veered away.
I’ve just been sitting out on the porch before the day gets too hot (it will be 34°C today – that’s about 93 American Ferrets, and even hotter tomorrow) and the chair was still free of bird shit, but really, I should always wear a hat while I’m out there. I don’t understand why the little beasts have declared aerial warfare on me, but I should protect myself.