My family was from the Maritimes and at least there it was thought of as lucky if bird droppings fell on you.
Then I had the "luck of the Irish" a few years ago, des, when I took the Kinderchicklets on a field trip to the zoo and a bird pooped on my head in the Tropical House!
When we returned back to school and the principal asked the 'chicklets about their favourite part of their field trip, that was it!
BOT, hang on to the ledge, chick on the corner, do not back up!