close encounters of the bird kind

driving down the hill early this morning a great blue heron in flight passes in the sky just in front of me. i curse the fact that even though its on the seat next to me i cant get to the camera fast enough for a photo. so i just watch. the angle of the legs, the pointedness of the beak, the gracefulness of the wings pumping the air. lovely. the bird passes out of sight as serenely as it entered. and then i hear a slow rhythmic thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk on my hood, then my windshield, then my roof. as quietly as the heron passed through the air, i now pass through his descending poop. how serendipitous.