Buzzards! Road-kill-eating, big-as-a-car-wing-span buzzards feeding on a dead something or other as I breeze up on them after making a turn with my DH and DS (dear son) on a rural road.
They are slow, you know, and there are 2 on the road in front of me, trying to gain altitude and get out of my way, and it sounds like several more are beating around near the ground in the trees in the woods to my right, trying to make a getaway, too, as I'm pedaling right along toward them.
I'm just minding my own business, thinking "this is really cool, flying along with the buzzards," when the ones from the woods swoop out right in front and right over top of me. I could feel the air pull up over my head as they pulled up with their wings. Yikes, crazy!
I'm ducking, as if that'll do any good, and just keep on pedaling, when next thing I know I feel little pieces of "stuff" falling on me. I thought it was probably buzzard poop, and that's bad enough, but I look down at my arm, and there's this little piece of red stuff on it so of course I have to SMELL it and it's definitely road kill. Too gross and too funny!
I guess somebody just had to cough up a little gift for me.... "A little warning for you, girly, this is OUR putrid rotten dead animal lunch....you just keep on rolling...." and I did....