For the birds...

Ok, so one of the saddest things happened yesterday. When I was on my way to work, driving along the country road, that I do every day, with my music up, and enjoying the bright sunny morning, I happened to notice a flock of birds on the side of the road. Now, I'm not sure what kind of birds they were. My friend and I have concluded that they were just "bird" birds. So, when I'm driving by them, all of the sudden, they decide to fly away. Not sure why, perhaps they didn't like the patch of grass they were sitting on. Or, maybe the sun was in their eyes. Either way, they decided to leave their roost, and fly directly in front of my truck. They flew around my truck, above my truck, and beside my truck. Unfortunately, one little bird flew astray and smacked right into my right side-view mirror. I think I was more disturbed by the loud "THUNK" that it made when it hit, or perhaps it was the fact that blood was splattered all on my window and on my door. Either way, it was not a great way to start my day. This whole event made me realize what a mistake it is to mix machinery with nature. I am one of those people who owns alot of pets and love animals, so for me to actually kill one is quite disturbing. I drove in shock all the way to my work. And as soon as it happened, I called my mom, crying, and saying, "Mom! I hit a bird!". She replied, rather insensitively for the bird, "Just find a place where you can wash off your truck before you get to work." I think my point in posting this is, in a way, a eulogy, to the poor bird, and to make myself feel a little bit better about the whole situation.