Just a few, sort of comical, moments concerning birds.
When I had a Morris Minor, a bird flew into the front of it, and that was the last we saw of it – until many miles further on as we slowed down, it suddenly flew away. We think it must have been trapped on the front valance by wind pressure.
Then there was the cock pheasant, which as I understand it, around late Spring only have one thing on their mind! It determinedly set off walking across the road in front of me whilst I was towing a caravan at around 40-50mph. I was in a queue, and a chelsea tractor was overtaking. Bye bye pheasant.
Coming east out of Highland village along the side of a loch, again whilst towing, a duck appeared on the road side and set off over the road followed by 6 or 7 ducklings all in line. Speed was quite slow so I stopped, put on the flashers and waited whilst the family waddled over the road.
Finally, on a caravan site at the side of the Leeds-Liverpool canal, there was a swan wandering around the site and generally being threatening. I reported it to the site owner who came to have a look, saying that we don't usually get much bother from swans. Couldn't find it, so we went to look in the canal, no swans, but when we turned round, there it was, stood up, neck fully stretched and starting to hiss. The site owner promptly whipped his cap off and started hitting it around the head. Eventually, the swan beat an undignified retreat around a caravan and back into the canal and was last seen paddling furiously away from the site. The owner's last words: "It were going to 'ave me, that thing!". But it also showed that the owner had obviously dealt with them before.
Peter G. Shaw