I hit a soccerfield at sun-up...very cold strong wind out of the NW....big heavy clouds got all lit up red with the rising sun...F70 running shallow program of sens 42...got a 2 Q stack, a dollar coin, couple nickels, D's and P's a 5 more Q's along the way...i had to get rid of some coffee, so I hustled on over to the plastic porta crapper...its one of those big ones that a person could sleep in if it came to that, or make a nice ice fishing shanty out of I suppose, except that then strangers would be pounding on the door all the time scaring away the fish...As I was taking care of urgent business, something caught the corner of my eye, something flying around in there with me! At first I thought it might be a bat, in my instinctive haste to not get bitten, I lost control of the nozzle, soaking the front of my shirt and pants! ... Just this little sparrow who was either trapped in there, or seeking refuge from the wind...I remembered finding a bunch of frozen birds under a thick shrub when I was a kid after a horrendous cold blow one winter... I held the door open and he flew off none the worse for wear...a guy just never knows what adventure awaits once he gets out of the house....I dont mind getting wet, happens all the time, and in greater frequency the older I get, but getting bit by a bat in a porta crapper would sure have been a good story too...
Mud.
Mud.