UPDATE. 5:20 am my feathered friend has taken position on my beloved Camaro. Fortunately(for me, not him/her) when I scared him away, several times I might add he made the decission to hop off of the car and land on the driveway instead of flying away and returning as usual . This small change in his behavior provided the clear shot, I mean provided a way to end the problem. So in memory I have posted a final picture of the little fu#@ker. No car covers no rubber friggin' snakes, no dirty socks on my mirrors, no bird poop everywhere, NO MORE ROBIN
