Birds will be birds
I bought a new (to me) car a little over a year ago. It’s a sensible car, a 2016 Toyota Corolla.
I bought it because of the Corolla’s outstanding reputation for durability, because of its great gas mileage, and because I got a great deal right here in Berryville.
It took me a while to get used to the Corolla after driving mostly larger vehicles for the past several years. Eventually, though, I grew to love it — especially after the first time I drove to Little Rock and back for less than $20.
I believe this car can last me for 15 years or more. Certainly, I’ll be disappointed if it doesn’t make it to a quarter-million miles. I’ve tried to be very proactive in maintaining it — oil changes every three months, keeping it washed. Heck, I even vacuum it every now and then.
Lately, though, keeping it clean has been a challenge.
First there was the pollen. It’s an annual rite of spring in Arkansas, and it’s been bad enough here. But I spent a couple days with my son and his family in North Little Rock last week, and it was even worse there. Instead of a black Corolla, it looked like I was driving a yellow one.
I got back to Berryville last Wednesday night. I didn’t have time for a car wash on Thursday, but on Friday afternoon I got the “deluxe wash,” then drove straight home and parked in the garage — where my car stayed for the next two days, with the exception of an hour on Saturday afternoon.
You can imagine my surprise on Monday morning, then, when one of my co-workers at the paper said, “man, Scott, those birds really did a number on your car!”
When I left the office for lunch, I saw what she was talking about. I’m not sure exactly what happened but it was one of two scenarios: Either an entire flock of birds decided to dive-bomb my car simultaneously, or one very large bird with some serious intestinal issues circled my car for an hour or so, dropping bombs like the Enola Gay.
Either way, it was one heck of a mess. But it could have been worse. I’m reminded of a silly song I once heard: “Birdie, birdie in the sky, why’d you do that in my eye? Said the birdie in the sky, ‘aren’t you glad that cows don’t fly?’ ”
Then again, maybe they do.
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Scott Loftis is managing editor for Carroll County Newspapers. His email address is CarrollCountyNews@cox-internet.com.