I do not know and cannot say,
But if she did, he did not hear
For when he crossed it was not clear.
He was not very bright at all,
This bird who could not quite recall
What dangers lie along the street—How cars aren't friendly when they meet your face.
But out he leaped, he would not yield,
And so he met my car's windshield
And maybe never flew again,
But I don't know what happened then,
For I drove off and did not wait
For him to gain his conscious state.
But this I learned from the episode:
Chickens are better at crossing the road.
If you ask me, birds kinda had it coming ever since one defecated on my face. See "Aw Crap" in the blog archive, posted on May 12, 2013.
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