Why we hate hadidas

They are the curved beak, metallic-sheened spawn of a one night stand between Satan and a pterodactyl.
Called hadedas, a name that mimicks their raucous, conversation-stopping shrieks while flying, these birds supposedly has a useful role digging up God's little elephants and then pooping them out again.

Only thing is, when those earthworms come out, they ain't so little anymore.
Think fist-fulls of slimy, acidic globules going 'thunk' on your car roof.
If they had their bowel movements only while rooting with those long beaks for critters living under your laws, it would not be so bad.
But they prefer to poop while holding onto a branch with those prehistoric dinosaur feet. Newtons third law, and all that, don't you know.

After two nights under a branch on which hadedas sleep.

Because hadedas are gregarious birds, they also liking nothing more than sitting shoulder to shoulder on the same branch while shouting at each other, something like:
EISH, HARDIE!! AAI SURE HATE FLYING!!!
ME TOO DEEDA!!
AAI CANNOT STAND THE HEIGHT!!
JAA, I WANNA CRAP MYSELF EACH TIME AAI LOOK DOWN, HA-HA-HAA!!
All in African accents, of course, but all you hear with the human ear is: "Ha-haHAha! Ha-haHAha!"
Oh, and "thunk","thunk"... "thunk-thunk-thunk" as they DO proceed to crap themselves in memory of those terrifying heights.
Copiously and without restraint.
In one night, a branch-load of them can cover a Volvo.
In two nights, they can obliterate the average sedan, as the evidence shows.