Fowl Play in Poughkeepsie: A Feathered Fiasco

So, picture this: Early this morning, I'm cruising down Route 44 into Poughkeepsie, minding my own business, when suddenly, I find myself in the middle of a feathered fiasco. You see, there's always been this unwritten agreement between birds and us humans. They stay out of our way on the roads, and we don't have to slam on the brakes for them. It's been the law of the land since the days of horse-drawn carriages—birds fly, cars drive, and never the twain shall meet.

Real Life Angry Birds

But guess what? On this morning, those winged troublemakers decided to throw me a curveball. I spotted them chilling in the middle of the road and, feeling all confident in our little arrangement, I didn't even bat an eyelash. Big mistake. Next thing I know, bam! I'm playing real-life Angry Birds with my car.

Not just one bird, mind you—oh no, I had to go and hit two of them. Talk about a double whammy. I mean, come on! We had a deal, feathered friends! You fly away, I keep driving, everybody's happy. But no, these birds had other plans, and suddenly, I'm feeling like the villain in a Hitchcock movie.

I Actually Love Birds

And let me tell you, the guilt was real. Here I am, thinking I'm just another law-abiding citizen cruising down the road, and next thing I know, I'm in a hit and run with wildlife. Lesson learned, I guess: never underestimate the audacity of a couple of birds with a death wish.

So, to all the birds out there, consider this fair warning: I may drive like a grandma, but I've got a mean right hook when it comes to unexpected aerial obstacles. And to my fellow drivers, watch out for those sneaky feathered fiends—they're more than meets the eye!