Wednesday, June 27, 2007

The Birds Are Out to Get Me!

So, there may be a couple of you that know about my tendency to hit birds with my car. For those of you who are not familiar with my dilemma, in the last year, I've probably hit about 24.

No kidding.

This number includes the mourning dove that I hit this morning. At least I think it was a mourning dove, it happened really fast and it was dark. The stupid thing was on the ground as I came over a little hill and tried to take off just as I was going over it.

And the 24 doesn't count the close calls with the 3 different turkey families, the single flying turkey (just missed my windshield by inches), the multiple pheasants, and the owl that was sitting in the road this morning, less than a mile after I hit the dove.

The owl was odd. I saw something that I thought was a raccoon standing on its back legs, but as I got closer, I could see that it was a HUGE owl, sitting in the road. It didn't appear to be hurt and just looked a me. It was too dark and as I was trying to figure out how to make my phone record video in low light, it flew away.

Why? Why is it that birds are attracted to my car, or at least not scared of it? It makes me wince or gasp every time I have a bird fly anywhere near my car.

And, what's next? This?

3 comments:

April said...

LOL. I feel the same way about geese.

I bet Jodie feels super bad about your bird killing problem. She almost put us in the ditch one morning on the way to Eagan for work because she didn't want to hit a squirrel. :-)

Jodie said...

Aw, I do feel super bad. :( Poor little things. You are bound to hit them living where you do. I swear to God the roads there are 20 million times narrower and more hilly and windy (that's wine not win) than anywhere else. Country roads are perilous.

For the record, I have never hit a bird. The only living creature I have ever hit and killed was a raccoon. And that's because it was up in ho-town and I probably shouldn't have even been driving. I'm going to hell for that one.

Sally said...

You totally make me laugh.

If hitting a raccoon is the benchmark of getting into hell, then I'm screwed. But, I'm thinking that it's better to hit the raccoon, deer, bird, or squirrel than to run yourself into a tree.

But that's just my opinion.