His Majesty Force Majeure

I didn’t even plan to make a video. I was just finishing my exceptionally good Negroni on a perfect Saturday, sitting in a great café under the shade of a big tree. Pure bliss.

But a bird perched on that tree was enjoying her Saturday too. Maybe a little too much. She was so absorbed in her own leisure that I didn’t notice when her “enjoyment” suddenly landed on my lap. I only realized what had happened when my hand suddenly touched something wet. Yep, that’s right - bird droppings, the royal decree from His Majesty Force Majeure himself.

Talk about a swift change in plans. One minute you’re savoring an elegant cocktail; the next, you’re negotiating for your dignity with a tiny feathered tyrant. The moral of the story? Never underestimate the power of nature’s surprise acts, especially when you’re trying to relax.

So here I am, sharing this royal blessing with you - a reminder that sometimes, life’s messiest moments make the best stories. And honestly, if a bird’s gift can’t ruffle your feathers on a Saturday, what can?