Just Beak It?

Yesterday afternoon I had to run (not literally. . .as you might expect) to the store to pick-up some groceries. . . Kimmy and I have been living off of Minute Rice and JELLO. It was a lovely Provo day. I had my sun roof open and was listening to some rockin' tunes . . .when out of the blue this herd of birds comes flying by. At first, I think "oh, what a perfect spring picture. The birds have come back from the 'south'. . .or wherever it is that they go." Well, the picture was perfect until one of those damned birds smacked into my driver's side window and scared the living daylights out of me. I didn't know what to do. Should I stop and see if it survived? I wasn't sure if I could give it mouth to beak (like the character on Failure to Launch). Maybe I could give it a proper burial or at least scoot it to the side of the road. Anyway, I tried to look back in my mirrors, but I couldn't see a caracus and there weren't any bird guts on my window. . .so I just kept driving. The incident haunted me all night and then I realized that I might have been instrumental in teaching that bird a lesson. Everyone need to learn that if you fly too low for too long, you're bound to hit a moving car. So, in reality, I did that bird a favor, right?