There are a lot of turkeys on Turkey Ranch Hill - as there should be since the hill is named after the famous blue-headed gobbler. But this morning was bizarre. It could be a sign, warning me not to eat turkey sandwiches before bed, which I did last night. But, more likely, it was simply a statement, a public service announcemnet if you will, on the utter stupidity of the pea-sized-brain bird. This I believe is the truth.
I am sure I hit two of the three birds that were out this morning on E bound Hwy 92 - all similar in size to the young turkeys pictured here. One, was napping in the road and two were flying to join him. I veered away from the sleeping bird but ended up swerving back when I noticed another flying directly into my windshield towards my face. I was shocked, jerked, and hit both birds simultaneously. Feathers...everywhere! I was sure I hit the two and wasnt sure about the third.
Upon inspecting my car - thank God there wasnt any real damage - there is evidence of a third bird. One big streak starting from the nose of the hood, up to the windshield where the other flyer hit and then flew off. Gross.
Albeit interesting and wierd, I do not enjoy my gift for plowing into fowl...
3 comments:
We're totally making a sign for your car, now duly named "the Fowl Plow".
That it is! :D My car *hates* birds!
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