I am really enjoying our campground in Alva, Florida. The weather warmed up these past few days and we have been enjoying the sights of rather large fish jumping out of the water, catching glimpses of manatees (which only come out when we don‘t have the camera in hand), and admiring two large bald eagles that sit perched on a limb looking out at the over the campground.
While we are enjoying our visit, apparently the numerous birds in the area are not happy with us being here. (Seriously…there are a lot of birds here.) Do they know of my fear (and sometimes, my hatred) of them? (Chris says “my hatred” is too mean. So, I apologize. At one time in my life, I had a strong dislike of birds. Over time, an appreciation for birds has developed. That being said, I still have very little appreciation of the pigeon.) But, in this situation, what did we do? Apparently we did something to ruffle their feathers.
Of all the campsites in this park, I think we got the only one with a tree that sits right next to the entrance of our site. Its branches spread out just perfectly over our newly washed white truck. The birds must have had a nice laugh as they sat comfortably in this tree, releasing their poo all over our pretty white vehicle…which is no longer pretty. Or white. It’s to the point now that other campers are stopping by and commenting on the massive amounts of bird poo that cover the front of the truck. It’s out of control.
I write this only to suggest that if you find yourselves in Site #16 at W.P. Franklin Campground, take advantage of parking spots allotted to campers and move your vehicle to that spot at once! …At least they didn’t mess up the Airstream. Yet.