What a way to start the day. Wilson and I were carpooling to work. Our route takes us under a highway bridge. As we passed underneath, a pigeon suddenly swooped down from a beam, flying right in front of our car. I saw it coming, I saw traffic on both sides, I heard the thunk. Ooooh! And tumble, the pigeon’s limp body rolled right up the hood of our car and landed square in the middle of the windshield and stuck there.
It was simultaneously mortifying and hilarious - the traffic prevented us from stopping and removing it, the shock prevented me from thinking about trying the wipers to remove it, the pigeon was staring in at us with its dead eyes - and people are pointing at us and asking “What the…???! why are those people driving around with a dead pigeon on their car?”. Traffic was heavy enough that we had to drive the last block to work this way and then had to turn in to the headquarters of our large and dignified company and actually pull up to the door where I drop Wilson off. There we rather unceremoniously bagged the bird (thank you, State of West Virginia, for your excellent, double-layer car trash bags) and deposited it in the trash can by the front door.
Neither of us saw our bosses during this transaction. I guess it could have been worse.
Except, maybe, for the poor bird.
Stay safe, and watch the skies.