Oh my gosh, I just hit my first bird a few weeks ago. I had cars behind and to the side of me, so I couldn’t really swerve or hit the brakes, and I remember barreling down on it, getting more and more concerned when it didn’t fly away. I barely had time to think, “Maybe I can straddle it” when it achieved liftoff just in time to splatter all over my front bumper, roll straight up the hood of my car, up the windshield, and down the back. I thought the horror would never end! Thank goodness my sunroof was closed or I would probably need therapy.
As far as avian suicide goes, I’ve only seen it once, and it was ugly. A blackbird flew underneath my lawn mower! Damn, that was a mess.
My husband used his foot as an unorthodox - and accidental - means of hunting a pheasant. It was cold out and the bird didn’t want to flush. Their dog was pointing intently at a patch of brush and grass, and his dad was yelling for him to find the bird. He walked carefully along, his dad still yelling to find it, and he turned to say he was looking - and as he put his foot down he heard an odd sound. checks under foot Got it! Pheasants are dumb.