Head Tale

I don’t do warnings on this blog very often but I know the photo shows a dead animal and so may bother some people.

You’ve been warned.

So anyhow, we went out to Weyburn all day yesterday.  Last fall, we applied for and received a transfer to a new seasonal campsite – bigger, closer to Shea’s parents’ site, more trees – so had to spend a busy day moving all the stuff we’d left at our old site – shed, content, decks, etc. – to our new site.

I’d seen some deer in the ditch on the drive down which always gives me pause (knock on wood – I’ve never hit a deer in years of Saskatchewan driving at all hours of the day and along highways and back roads!) but it was a much smaller critter that I hit on the way back when a partridge flew out of the ditch in front of our vehicle a few miles outside of Regina.

When I looked in the rearview mirror, I didn’t see it on the road but just assumed it had bounced off to the side or whatever and carried on home, forgetting about it…

…at least until we got to our driveway and we found that the bird hadn’t cleared the vehicle at all but had instead, ended up embedded in our van’s grille!

The worst/funniest part – we had actually gone through a drive-thru to pick up fried chicken when we got to the city which means we went through a drive-thru with a bird driven-thru our grille! 😮