Today, on the way home from picking Jen up at work, I hit, and killed a little bird. :(
Joey was in the front passenger seat, Jen in the backseat. We were driving down a side street, and suddenly, a little bird swooped low in front of my car - no way to avoid hitting it. I looked in my rear view mirror, and saw the poor little guy flapping on the ground. Joey yelled 'MOM! you hit the bird!!' I turned around, and drove back - I got out of the car, to see - and the poor little thing was laying there, dead on the road - his birdie brains on the street next to him. But, you know what? Tightly clutched in his beak was a berry that he had been flying home to eat. He got hit by a car, and never let go of his berry.
I got back in the car, my 16yo son was just shaking his head calling me a birdie killer..and my daughter? LOL'ing her ass off. She's so mean - it just pisses me off.
Yeah, it's probably silly, but, that just makes me sad. Poor bird - he sure didn't plan on that happening today!