Bird Chunks

One day, several years ago, I was on a bike ride with my daughter, and she asked me “Why are there bird chunks everywhere?” and I laughed so hard I had to stop my bike to ensure our safety during my affect.

It was true. There were bird chunks littering the ground.

I couldn’t explain it to her. I didn’t know. I still don’t know.

I started documenting the phenomenon photographically.

Someone explain this:

what the actual fuck?

poor buddy

does this happen where you live?

did someone eat it?

airplane propellers???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

no :(

i hope he lived a long life full of fun and love

MAKE IT STOP!!

what a waste.

BIRD CHUNKS!!!

Birds

Birds are beautiful and magical and THEY CAN FLY!!!

Majestic. Cute. Free. Delicious. Soft. Musicians. Perfect.

What could anyone ever complain about birds? People who call pigeons “flying rats” are instantly disqualified from my respect. Pigeons are angels. Also rats are.

Then… why is it fun to find a bird chunk?

CHUNKS

It’s because of the word “chunk.”

CHUNK!! It’s even better than “slop”!!

Also it’s because of the mystery. Why is this happening? I’ve only ever seen bird chunks in the city where we live. Nowhere else.

Flat, dehydrated frogs (“flanimals,” I call them) can be found on any road-through-the-woods in the world.

Bird chunks are special. Bird chunks are gross. Bird chunks are mysterious.

Go out and enjoy something morbid today!