I killed a bird this morning on my way to work. Scott and I talked about filming a dramatization, but we're probably going to be too busy for the next few days so you'll just have to rely on your imagination.
There I am driving down the road when a little bird swoops down from the other side of the road and hits the front of my car with an echoing thud that actually resonated a bit like a gong. I did what I always do in this situation (this is the 3rd bird, and 4th animal, I've hit in my driving career): I immediately craned my neck to get a good look in my rearview mirror to see the damage.
No bird behind me. Did it bounce off onto the shoulder? But before I even had a chance to consider that perhaps I had a new hood ornament, the bird must have dislodged from my bumper. While I was still focused on the view behind the car, the bird rolled up the hood and thud thud thud up and over my windshield.
I actually yelled "oh my GOD!" and in retrospect am shocked I didn't crash the car. I was stunned and freaked the heck out. The resulting adrenaline dump got me to work, but the mental crash was awful. I hope that never happens to me (or another bird) again... but if they don't stop swooping in front of me I guess we don't have much of a choice!