Shortly before we stopped in Connecticut a canada goose flew into the side of our borrowed SUV and wiped out under the rows of cars behind us. I looked back and saw him rolling, flopping neck and straggled plumage, knocked off the road to the shoulder. It was horrible. And it brought me back to the cardinals that spring, 14 or so years ago, on the way to the test. The same innocent beauty and complete annihilation by the machine. The same splayed tumbling.
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