I am writing tonight with a sad heart. While on my pizza deliveries, I hit a duck...or sort of hit him. It is one of the hazards of mountain living that from time to time you have a run in with wildlife and the wildlife comes out on the losing end.
Tonight I was in a really good mood, and set to jam around the mountain and delivery as many pizzas as possible. I was traveling pretty quickly, but within the posted speed limit from Blue Jay to Aqua Fria. As I looked down at the road I noticed there was something directly in front of my car, and I could not stop in time to do anything. I felt no thud, but as I looked back in the rear view mirror I saw two ducks crossing the street, and one was holding his wing straight up and walking with it's head very low...I think what happened is the wing got hooked on something under the car, and pulled out of socket or something...I am hoping the bird survived, and the wing might heal. I feel just awful, and I had a bad evening as a result.
On a positive note, I saw the baby coyote again that I had seen on Sunday, and this time mommy was right with him.
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