Blackbirds

So I'm going down the road enjoying the brilliant sunset over the rolling vanguard of the Pennsylvania mountains, thinking this exit- somewhere near this exit (York Springs) I could see finding a house..when up out of the weeds come two blackbirds, before I can blink one has gone over the back of my car the other in front WHACK off my windshield and in my rearview I see it tumbling off the road onto the median.
And I drive on thinking, that bird is dead and there is a bit of yellow spray on my windshield that won't wash off but it nags me, what if its still alive I could put it out of its misery, or if somehow it seems only a bit hurt, I could get it to the AARK foundation, which recuperates injured wild animals so finally it gets to me and I turn around. The median is narrow- a bit of pavement and a guard rail, so I'm scanning as I fly along back- but I remember basically where I was. I get off and loop back again at the York Springs exit, not having spotted it yet.
I retrace my route and the weeds look familiar on my right, and there it is, a clump of black, on my left. I pull off. The shoulder is narrow, and drops off to my right into a little valley of a burbling brook (source- the York springs?), the valley filled with purple and white wild flowers- and a deer leaps! White tail held high behind it as it arcs through the weeds and wildflowers. Then I am back opposite the bird and I am waiting for a break in traffic to cross to it. I get there, and its staring unseeing, I believe, and I gingerly try to roll it over with my foot, but it keeps wanting to roll back, but finally I see there are guts spilling out, and I had no reaction like life from it, so I cross back over and drive on.
And wonder what the first blackbird thought happened to its companion? Did it think? Did it mourn? Did it come back looking? At the next gas station I find bird organs clinging just under the front edge of my hood, and I take a paper towel to them. And I'm glad it was a blackbird and not that deer I hit. Heather and I had recently talked about birds, and how its too bad they aren't smart enough to achieve a little altitude over roads..


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