We've all seen these massive flocks of birds that gather on the wires — they seem especially fond of the Casa Linda Plaza area. Usually I am more fascinated than bothered by them. But last night, when I was leaving my son off for guitar lessons at Zoo Music on Garland, the birds demolished my car with poo. Eww. "I'll take care of 'em," mumbles one of the Zoo staffers.
He grabs a cymbal, a stick and lights up a cigarette (I guess he feels if he's gonna be outside anyway he'll kill two birds with one stone, so to speak) and proceeds to bang the instrument (all as if he's done this a million times). Within seconds, ALL the birds have moved to the wire on the other side of the road.
Now, if you don't work for a business that sells percussion instruments, or have any lying around, I am pretty sure a pot and a stick would do the trick.