Ask not for whom the bird poos...

Something that certainly goes into the catagory of "stuff I never thought I'd take a picture of" would be that.  Bird poop.  On the molding around a doorway.  In my house.  A little wren decided to visit, how she got in, no one seems to have an explanation for.  Loverboy tells me she was quite taken with the Christmas tree.  As he and Little Miss were trying to shoo her out the patio door, she detoured to visit all the upper windows in the kitchen dining area.  While I would have liked to have watched this ballet choreograph itself (Loverboy, Little Miss and the wren), I'm glad I missed a bird hopping around on my Christmas ornaments.  Anywho, in all the excitement, a poo occurred.  This all happened yesterday.  When we sat down for dinner tonight was the first time I noticed the aforementioned poo.  Loverboy said he kept forgetting to clean it up as he bebopped (my word, not his) around the house today, no doubt cleaning multiple other surfaces.

Enter the ever helpful Little Miss.  She is much enamored of these sticky notes Molly gave her at Christmas.  "Blah, blah, blah" is one of her favorite sayings of late.  So she jumped from the table to write her father a to do list: to do poop bird.  I'm not sure what else I can add to that.

And she made sure to put it where he'll be sure to see it.  Such a smart girl.