I hit a sparrow today.
I was driving along the road at about 40mph (the speed limit) and a few sparrows took flight. One was right in front of me. It was struggling against a stout headwind. Didn’t try to evade to the left or right. I didn’t hear a thump, but I saw it fall in my rearview mirror. When I came back later it was a bloody mess. It hadn’t moved from where it fell and someone had run over it.
The first time I hit a bird it was also a sparrow. I was driving my old '66 MGB with the top off, along a road in the high desert. It smacked my windscreen and got hung up on the wiper blade, a bit of intestine hanging out and it’s wing flapping in the breeze. The slipstream caught it and it blew back over the car.
I hit a pigeon as it took off from the side of the road once. I don’t recall the other bird that fell victim to my vehicle.
I’m not out to kill things. They just make the wrong moves. Four birds. They’d have lived if they had evaded. Four “aerial victories”. It makes me sad that I was the instrument of their deaths. I was felt bad about a year and a half ago when I was driving down I-5 one night in Northern California and I ran over a four-foot snake. Poor thing.
Oh well. Maybe they became an easy meal for a coyote or some ants.
Well, this is pretty mundane and pointless. Don’t worry, I’m not obsessing about it. I just happened to think of it as I sat here and I thought I’d share.