We had ordered organic salads with free range chicken topped with raw goat cheese.
I can't even type that with a straight face.
Anyway, I was driving to pick up the pizza when I became a homewrecker.
There are these certain birds that are here in Idaho. I'd never seen them before we moved here. They don't fly much (if at all), but you often see them walking by the roadside. They are unique because they stick together as a family. Always an adult couple, followed by a little line of babies. The mama and daddy team up to keep their little ones in line.
I'm sure you can predict what I'm about to tell you.
I killed a mama.
Or maybe a daddy.
Oh, I felt so awful. In my rearview I could see the mate go running over to it's partner in sympathy, while he or she flopped on the road.
I kind of want to cry just typing this.
I'm sorry bird and bird family. It's just that you ran right under my car and I couldn't avoid you.
If I could go back, I would have cooked dinner tonight so you could have lived to see another day.
Well, I think I would.
It was good pizza.
Anyway, I had to get that off my chest. If you never want to visit my blog again, I will understand.
I wrote a short poem in honor of the fallen fowl. Please follow it with a moment of silence.
I hit you today while I was driving.
Before I needed dinner, you were thriving.
I wish I had hit something else instead.
Maybe an animal that was already dead.
I made your mate a widow.
And I cried out "Oh no!"
I hope when you were flopping you were fakin'
Or I'll get indigestion from my pizza topped with bacon.
Penitent Bird Killer in Mountain Home
ps. I tried to find a picture of the type of bird I may or may not have murdered with the Corolla, but I couldn't find one. I did find this though.