Driving down a semi-country road, minding your own business. Now picture something that looks kind of like this:
Imagine a bird like this getting up and slowwwwly trying to fly across the road that you are going 55 miles an hour on.
Yep, that's what happened to me on Christmas Eve. A crane and I almost smacked right into each other. I made eye contact with it before it realized it better fly upwards to avoid my parents Ford Escape from barreling right into it. I don't even like birds anyway. Why does something like this have to happen???!!!