Yesterday morning, I opened the garage to go to work. My daily driver is parked perpetually outside. The Porsches & the wife's Milan are inside.
Go down the driveway to get the newspaper, throw it inside & a Robin flies in the garage! Late for work - gotta go. Phone the wife & tell her about - she freaks, but manages to get in her car & go to work. Tell her to turn the security system off & leave the garage open.
Come home from work & the stupid bird, after having the entire day to leave, is still flopping all over the garage (what is dumber than a bird?). It's flopping & flying & shitting on everything in the garage (yes, it got the 914). All my efforts with a broom only provoked it to shit & puke on everything (911 too). Whacked it good with abroom & it fell behind my storage shelves (no mans land). So, I thought - OK, tomorrow morning I'll just find some way to dig out the carcass & clean up. Next morning, as I go to work, the stupid bird is banging & shitting off every wall, cieling, etc again. Closed all the doors & wished it dead - got my wish. But, where did it croak. It's really cold right now, so I wasn't worried about stench. But, where did it croak!
Now, I have been slowly getting back into working on the cleanup of my 914. It's 75% covered, except for the engine bay, which is open since I'm replacing all the fuel injection rubber boots. So, where did the bird go to die? You guessed it! The one of many places it could have gone - under the cover & into the engine compartment! That's right - dead bird on the motor, complete with its death throws of crapping on everything!
This will have to wait until spring!
Could have been worse - coulda been a goose.
Pat
ps - why does this shit happen to ME?!