Big Bird's retribution

You know how it is - you wash the car, then it rains or you end up in mud somewhere (therein lies another tale of mud and cemeteries...) Anyway, en route to work this morning in my clean car, I ended up behind White Van Man (or woman) unable to easily see beyond it and wondering where, if at all, I would be able to pass it during one of the limited number of opportunities available on that stretch of road.

BANG!!!! Out of nowhere, so it seemed, something big and feathered crashed into my windscreen when I was doing 50mph. It took up so much space on my windscreen it had to be an Ostrich or something of similar proportions. When I looked in my rear-view mirror, there was no sign of the carnage I anticipated after such a forceful collision. At the very least I expected the car behind me to be forced to swerve to avoid Big Bird. Nope. Nothing. If there had not been a smudgy mess all over my windscreen I would have begun to think I had imagined it. At least there will be one person, my grandson J, who will be keen to add this incident to his Nana's growing toll of roadkill.

It reminded me of a time when I was living in Suffolk and working in Lavenham. One night, as I was journeying home, the car ahead of me hit a pheasant but it was still alive. Unable to pass by leaving an injured critter like that, I bundled the poor thing into the back of my Land Rover. By the time I arrived home, the bird was evidently deceased. Not knowing what to do with it, I put it back into the rear of my Land Rover where it stayed for the next month.

I later gave it to a girl who was leaving the company as a farewell gift .......