I think Valley birds must have something against me. No other explanation. I washed my pickup last week, and by the next day, I had bird droppings all over the passenger door and window. It looked like some low-flying strafe attack. Just splat, splat, splat, all across the window and door.“Take that, Wendorf, splat, splat, splat.”I texted my buddy, along with a photo of the bird-excrement damage. We had just played pool the day before.“Hey, you won yesterday’s pool match,” I texted. “I don’t think you needed to send your birds after me.”He feeds the outdoor birds each and every ...