The other day I saw a pigeon die.
It was AWFUL.
I was driving home, and a few streets from my place I found myself about 30m behind a car. I thought I saw the driver throw something out the left window, and I got angry. Then I realised that something had hit the car instead, and that what I thought had been chucked out the window, was in fact a pigeon's decapitated head rebounding off the car's side after the impact of hitting the car.
I felt sick as I got closer towards the carnage. I could see the pigeon's body on the roadside, and the lil head lying a few metres away. I veered my car onto the other side of the road to avoid it.
A part of me wanted to go back and view the remains, perhaps pick them up and bury them. But I was dry-heaving on the way home.
It was such a shock. One second alive. The next, decapitated after colliding with the moving vehicle.
