an unpleasant little story

I saw a big-ish bird get run over yesterday; I think she was a pheasant.
I was on my way to church in the evening and she just wandered out in front of me and all the other cars.

I was surprised to see it in the middle of the city, on the ring road. The poor bird looked surprised to be there too, but not for long.

She almost managed to get across the dual carriageway when she was hit by a big car. It happened fast; one minute there was this living bird and then the next a flurry of feathers and a bit of a mess.

Anyway, it was pretty unpleasant and very sad and it reminded me what an un-natural and dangerous place a city can be.

I’m glad people are more adaptable than pheasants.

an unpleasant little story