Driving to the airport, out on E-470, I was in the fast lane and noticed, to the side of the road ahead, a hawk hard at work on some road kill off on the side. It was, apparently, spooked by me and another vehicle in the lane a few lengths behind me, driving toward it, so it took wing.
“Katherine! Look at the hawk!” I suggested, as it headed our direction, always interested in showing her interesting things …
… about two seconds before I realized that it wasn’t gaining altitude nearly fast enough …
I heard a loud ka-thunk from the other vehicle, and, when I looked in the rear view mirror, saw a puff of feathers going in all directions.
Margie had her fingers over her eyes. “Katherine, don’t look at the hawk.”
It was actually pretty funny, in a morbid sort of way.
“What? I didn’t see it,” Katherine said, looking out the window.
“Never mind,” I said. “It flew away.”
In a morbid, Monty Python sort of way!
In a morbid, Monty Python sort of way!
So instead of the Bluebird eating Whomping Willow, you now have the Hawk poofing truck of E-470…
Yes. Very similarly morbid stylings, in fact. Had it been in a movie or TV show, it would have been solely chuckle-worthy; in real life, it was kind of wincingly so.