Birdstrike

Imagine a glorious evening, sun setting as you’re doing 60 on an open stretch of road on a Harley with the engine thudding away, wind in your face as an over fed, fat lump of pigeon flies over a hedge toward the main road and hangs a left straight into your left shoulder.

Not much left of that blighter I can tell you!

Ruddy Pigeon, RIP

posted by the biker daddy.

Gone batty

How cool to arrive home to find a bat hanging on the house wall, just waiting for sunset.

We’ve had all the batman jokes from Mr Fogg, and still batty is hanging around.

Posted by YourTourGuideChick