Rotting flesh is lying over somebody’s house on the terrace, and so all kinds of crows, eagles, vultures have gathered, and since they have gathered, the terrace is full of their droppings. And our man is complaining that the terrace has been spoiled by bird droppings. He wants to stay blind to the fact that first of all there is a large dead mass of flesh lying on the terrace. He won’t complain about that. He’s saying, “Oh, because there are birds, so they have dirtied the terrace.” He will not want to ask, let alone answer, why the birds are there in the first place, what draws the birds to your terrace. You want to complain about the last thing, the droppings of the bird.