So it was already dusk when I went to the haymow to throw down hay. The pigeons had already roosted and were disturbed by my coming. I could hear them flapping around and twittering. Then I felt something lightly touch my chest. I shouted, “Did you just shit on me? You nasty pigeons!” I looked down at my shirt, but didn’t see anything. But I KNOW I felt something right in the vicinity of the bottom of my shirt pocket. So now I’m thinking, “Nooo WAY!” “Ohhh, you pigeons better not have shit on my cigarettes!” Apprehensively look in my pocket and there it is, right down in the corner, neatly piled next to my cigarette pack. No smears, no splatters. The shit landed perfectly, neatly in the bottom corner of my pocket. What are the odds of that shit falling exactly into that 1/2″ gap where the cigarettes pushed the top of the pocket open, without hitting the pack or the sides of the pocket? That is some precision shitting right there!