The things you find out!

Here we were, wheeling around our little cul de sac. only doing..maybe 20kph, when around the corner spotted a group of pesky immigrants, non-native tweety birds, that had found something interesting on..unfortunately the tar seal, or road surface, and we were headed straight for them.
Now, gentle (I imagine!) readers, the more discerning of you will know what species of critter I am referring to, here.
Yes, the dreaded galah and lorikeet birdseed stealing..ta da..Racing Pigeons! In the days of yore, thay had quite the reputation, of carrying important messages to headquarters during wartime. Also of spoiling the once impressive statues around London, with…basically, excrement. Gave them all a set of white shoulders, they did.
Naow, most of us…perhaps the more redneck of us besides, will slow down, when faced with a critter in front of us, on the road, and in imminent danger of Being Run Over.
The law prescribes us not to slow dow, or, heaven forbid, to brake. In the up till now unlikely event of being rear ended, the jury is out whether the ..rear ending party is still at fault, here. I have witnessed the sudden slamming on of brakes, heaps of blue smoke, and a pooch going for his life, after suddenly realising that the road was Not The Safest of Spots to..do whatever it was they were doing.
Anyway..Most of us will at least give these critters a chance at escaping, or even resort to driving around them. I have seen the occasional car stop for a parcel of ducks, crossing the road with a mob of ducklings in tow.
The sort of critter we all try and avoid includes the usual lot..plovers, magpies, lorikeets, water dragons, and sundry animals on four legs.
My benevolence towards these critters evapourates, when faced with…racing pigeons.
Usually, the offending critter has some road sense, and will scatter when faced with an oncooming car/vehicle.
So, a flurry of feathers usually greets me, under these circumstances. The occasional duck has been seen to emerge between the rear tires, having been run over, but not damaged at all.
So, racing pigeons, having realised that there is a better place to be, shoot out from in front of my bonnet. Heart attacks all round, and they live to fight another day. Fun!
But this time,there was a clunk clunk. The sound none of us want to hear, the sound of a tyre meeting an unexpected obstacle.
Now, what would have been nice, would have been a comment from my Honeybun, something along the lines of..you got him! Good shot! or maybe..one less nuisance!
Down the list, from the top favourable comment, comes the rest of them. Finally, at the bottom of the list, comes the Unfavourable comments.
Negative brownie points realised.
Needless to say, I’ll be a bit more careful, the next time we have an audience/witness in the passenger seat..