A lovely present

At home I park my car underneath the shady canopy provided my a ginormous Bradford pear tree. The tree is home to many happy little birds. The birds truly enjoy sitting in the tree on branches that hover directly over my car. On any given morning I can walk out to the old honda and see about 10 or so splotches of white feces provided by my friends, the birds.
This morning I saw the usual white splotches and an additional purple blob. It is as if an owl ate an entire blueberry pie on his own and then defecated on my driver's side window. Isn't it beautiful?