Let’s get straight to the point shall we? (MM2-7)
If it hadn’t been for Master Thirteen and his God Father concocting many and varied dares for $20, I may never have looked up (read, rolled my eyes…) and noticed the deterrents Sydney had placed under the bridge above us at Circular Quay.
Yes it may have deterred the birds from sitting there, thus pooping on unsuspecting tourists below, but looking at all the trash caught in the spikes I’m wondering if a “I was pooped on at Sydney Harbour” may not be such a bad story after all.
Then again, not everyone’s thirteen year old is being dared to roll across Circular Quay… and I wouldn’t have it any other way. How else would I have photos of him lying in a square covered in french fries waiting for a flock of seagulls to descend upon him!