My car has declared war on birds, from sea to shining sea.

I was flying down the highway this morning when a bird appeared in front of the car and then vanished. There was a lone feather on the windshield and a little detritus clinging to the mouth of the hood scoop, and I thought I heard a faint belch. We happened to be dropping Amy’s car off for service and they were kind enough to lend me a pair of gloves for the extraction.

So that’s two down in the last week. The wind deflector on my roof rack popped another bird on Thursday while I was crossing the Kanc.

Birds, you’re all on friggin notice.