That reminds me of when I was a kid on a trip to GB with my parents. We were
somewhere in Scotland, and I remember my dad catching a bomb from one of
the numerous seegulls flying about on his shoulder. Thanks for dredging up
that humorous memory! I think the birds there must still be reliving the
Battle of Britain, but who's side are they on?
Dan
73 B
>Same here, in the UK. Not for the sun (or rain), but bird strikes. Eight
years of
>precaution finally proved worthwhile this year. Parked outside a cider
museum on a
>club run and returned to find a three-inch splat that would otherwise have
been in
>the middle of my seat.
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>PaulH.
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