Today, as I was driving home, I killed two birds.
They were zipping about in a little mid-air dogfight, I’m assuming a mating ritual… and they slammed right into the grill of my car as I was going 55mph down M-52.
So, I tell my family this story: “Two birds, in a mating dance, flew into my car and died!”
My son, who turns 9 on Friday, says “Well! THAT was a marriage gone wrong!”
That is truly awesome 🙂
I thought so too! 🙂
Almost did a spit take when I read the quote. That’s funny.
Spencer
Ooh, spit takes are good! I’ll tell him, he’ll be very impressed with himself! 🙂
…killing birds, tony? and you wonder why the deer have it in for you…tsk tsk…
I think the birds sacrificed themselves on purpose, so that the Forest Gods would be satiated and take no more deer…