it was kinda cool ... in a "sorry-I-killed-a-bird" sorta way ... it was just like the cartoons! I was driving ... and you know, birds usually just move out of the way instictively ... well, I guess this one was stoopid and it just sat there ... I hit it and looked in my rear view mirror and *poof* .. feathers were everywhere ... my 10 year-old Yogi Master said "hey mom - that's bad karma" .. I said "umm.. yeah ... for the bird"
North Georgia is chicken raising country. As a result, the highways are full of flatbed 18 wheelers packed high with chicken cages. Once in awhile, one figures out how to open the cage.
It's a rare trip to my Mom's place up north without seeing at least one red spot on the freeway surrounded by feathers...
*grabs his pillow with the small empty-nut-thingies inside of it which I don't know the english name for but make it pretty heavy for a pillow, so it'll punch kuu to the ground while perfectly adapting to her body *
*tosses some of them North Georgia chickens in a pillowcase and hands it to ku'u for her next sneak attack* .. sorry sis .. didn't have time to actually pluck all the feathers
I popped a quail or partridge this summer like that. But I got it square under the tire. Blew guts across the entire road. But the worst is taking something like a seagull off the windshield at speed. Splat.