Mondayitis – Strange Luck     

Birds wheel overhead on this perfect spring day at Mont St Michel.
Birds wheel overhead on this perfect spring day at Mont St Michel.

Mont St Michel.

I had dreamed of visiting it all my life and there I was, standing at the base looking up.

Thankfully I then looked down to fiddle about with my camera, for at that moment, a majestic seabird, soaring high above the barren marshes, pooed on my head.

“How lucky!” said our tour guide.

I have heard people say this before.

Now perhaps I am unlike some people, but having bird excrement in one’s hair is not what I would call lucky, especially as I had no means of cleaning it up save a near empty packet of “moist towelettes” and a paper napkin.

It was a wonderful day but I did not attribute the excellent weather or unique experience to my early encounter with the bird. I spent an hour in the shower at the hotel scrubbing my head that evening.

Another view with the birds waiting to share their
Another view with the birds waiting to share their “luck” with the unwary tourist

I still recall with horror visiting the zoo with my Grandfather as a small child.

My Grandfather was a very fastidious man.

As a consequence he was wearing his best suit to the zoo.

Now Perth Zoo does not specifically display Pelicans, but as it is near to our river where Pelicans like to dwell, one had stopped by for a visit, ensconcing itself at the top of a palm tree just as my grandfather said something like “Observe the hippopotami.”

Now if luck is measured by quantity, then my poor grandfather was the luckiest man alive at that moment, for pelicans, we discovered, are capable of producing the most astonishing quantities of “luck”. There was a whooshing sound and I can still see my grandfather, covered from head to toe with “luck”, his best suit ruined and a face of beetroot red. Unluckily for me, the hippopotami were forgotten and there was a swift conclusion to our special “day out”. My long suffering Grandmother certainly did not suggest how lucky Grandfather had been despite the obvious evidence bespattering his best Harris tweed.

In Paris, notorious for the “little presents” that the various beloved pet dogs are free to leave anywhere on the pavements in the true French spirit of liberté, égalité, fraternité, I once observed a stunningly beautiful French woman who looked like she had just stepped out of a Chanel Fashion show step into a remarkably large “present” on the Boulevard St Michel.

I can assure you that she did not smile happily at her ruined Manolo Blahnik and cry “J’ai de la chance!”

So I am afraid that I cannot kid myself into believing that unwanted encounters with “do dos” constitute good luck. The best luck is what happened to me just the other day.

Some little swallows perched on the rafters in Cambodia. Do not be fooled by their cuteness!
Some little swallows perched on the rafters in Cambodia. Do not be fooled by their cuteness!

I was passing under a large gum tree and a kookaburra laughing overhead paused for a moment. Something rushed just past me and splattered harmlessly on the ground.

I walked away unscathed, but instead of anyone saying “how lucky” when I told them, all they said was, “Ew gross!”

People are weird.


  1. I guess we’ve all had at least one experience with such luck–my one time was when I was a child, and I cried a river, which of course made everyone laugh all the more….such cruelty! 🙂

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          1. Every day there are news stories that break hearts–kids who not allowed to live out their “youth”. I don’t know if it’s worse in the US…

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          2. We don’t hear much about American domestic news in Australia. We are lucky in that our population is still relatively small but there is a growing degree of violence alas. A world that is running too fast and and a lack of respect for others seems to be a growing problem.


          3. You’re so right, TJ–“running too fast” and “lack of respect”; I notice with my closest neighbors (drug and alcohol issues) that they don’t even respect themselves, so how can they be expected to respect others–I guess… Oh, one could get depressed pondering this too long 🙂

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          4. Life is very chaotic and challenging for many. Thankfully there are still so many wonderful daily examples of the best in human nature to inspire us as well.

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    1. I feel I should say something about “bard attacks” in Stratford-upon-Avon but I don’t want to lower the high brow tone of my post. I can’t begin to contemplate what the noise actually sounded like. Ew!

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  2. Ha Ha! I do not appreciate that kind of ‘luck’ either. I can remember years ago when standing on parade many years ago (I was in the Army), when a bird gave one of my fellow soldiers a little bit of luck to start her day. Unfortunately , the sergeant didn’t like her being singled out for a ‘present’ and she got sent off to get it cleaned up, with a few choice words thrown in for good measure!

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  3. Oh my, I love the humour you have included here by describing the “luck” that fell upon you and your grandfather. I had such “luck” one day after spending hundreds of dollars to have my hair coloured (to look natural) cut and styled, my 2 friends from Montreal were visiting me in Toronto and accompanying for my “blind date”. A fella I wanted to meet as one wish on my bucket list was to ride a Harley before I hit 65. We took a tour by the lake before our rendezvous which was close to the beaches and a seagull endowed me with luck. My newly coiffed hair!!! I did not touch it…it blended with the blonde highlights…the day seemed a success and the relationship lasted one month. So I don`t really think it is “luck” either.

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