Driving home yesterday, I pulled a Fabio with my car.
Yes, I have committed the ultimate sin of murder.
I was driving down a two lane road. Two birds were sitting in the other lane. When the car in the other lane approached them, they flew into my lane and BAM!
I didn't see anything in my mirror but of course it sounded like one of them probably got propelled to the next city.
Thankfully I didn't have any bird remnants on my car. I still felt bad.
At least it over quickly. And the bird's friend had quite a story to tell.
I wonder if they have post-traumatic syndrome counseling for the bird community. Something to help survivors cope.
I am going to hell.