the goose

Last Sunday evening, I was driving along near my home here in the Forest City with Caitlin and she was turned toward me in her seat talking. I turned to her to answer when I saw (at the last second, mind you) a Canada goose flying INTO MY CAR! I yelled, braked, and the goose came crashing over the roof/windshield with a sickening thud. Caitlin screamed (and I mean SCREAMED--I had never heard my wife yell like that before before!) and as I looked in the rearviewmirror the goose was walking dazedly on the road, cars bearing down on it. I pulled into the gas station (we were on our way there and it was another 100 metres up the road from the scene of the crime) and comforted Caitlin who was quite shaky and even a bit teary. It was so strange because, for me, though everything happened so quickly, it was slowed down so that I saw the goose flying into the car in slow motion, saw it's face pressed across the windshield, and looked it right in the eye. It was actually a really creepy experience and I think that the goose must have had something wrong with it mentally to fly into my car in broad daylight. I'll tell you, it had made for a great story...