I got comprehensively shat upon today by, not one, not two, but, three seagulls. I had ambled around a harbour and decided to explore an offshoot of it, since, I found the route I was on blocked off to a circular walk.
There was very loud angry squawking overhead. I heard a 'whoosh'. Instinctively, I jerked my head, just in time, out of the direct line of shit travel. There were a few plumps and I found myself well and truly spattered, (dark blouse, trousers and coat) with the white stuff. I looked up to see very angry birds attempting to mob me. It was the cue for swift decisive action. I turned and quickly retraced my steps. I shot one last glance over my shoulder and saw several young seagulls at the far end of the path I had been on. There was no doubt about it, I just experienced an aggressive example of what adult birds do, to protect their young.