Polly want a lighter

First, just so you know, my hair no longer looks like that.  It's still cute, but much bouncier, due to the fact that I mysteriously got wavy hair sometime in the last decade.  Today it looked like I'd slept on rollers.  I'll take it. 

Look what we found in the yard yesterday:




It's lined in cigarette filters. I'm not sure whether I'm charmed or saddened.  But I worry about the little nicotine-addicted sparrows trying to bum smokes off the crows.