Daddy's gone a-hunting

Last night I dreamed that I was sitting outside with a bunch of people and a Painted Bunting flew up. He was kind of dully colored, almost like he was about to molt.

For some reason he was also extremely bold, and didn't mind me snagging him (at the behest of the crowd) and perching him on my head. Of course I had already been extremely excited, since I've never seen a Painted Bunting before (and look how cute they are!!).

But I also realized that wild birds, no matter how seemingly cooperative, probably don't want to spend much time perched on someone's head.

I was right. He deliberately pooped all over my head. And I was at work, so I had to wait for it to dry and then just not touch it.