Excuse me ma'am, your legs are moulting.

Some people see a Lesser Goldfinch in mid-moult and think,

http://www.bigcountryaudubon.org/

"OH MY GOD YOU UGLY BARELY-EVOLVED DINOSAUR GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Not Brian Atwood.  He sees a bird in mid-moult and thinks, "shoes."

To-may-to, to-mah-to, I say.

True story, once a bird flew into my old apartment and proceeded to poop on my Ikea POANG chair; I'm still a bit bitter towards birds.