This shoot makes me laugh because the whole time I was so worried that the flock of birds above us were going to poop on my lovely suit. I kept saying “Danny hurryyyy!!!” as I tiptoed around waiting for the inevitable. Once you’ve been pooped on by a bird once (yes I have unfortunately) you are forever traumatized with the burning image in your mind the warm feeling of gooey…too much? On a brighter note I’ve heard its good luck but I’d prefer my suit clean please and thank you birds for not getting me this time!