My car is off to the body shop again after another road kill incident in Wales, almost a year after taking the life of a Badger in that country!

On this occasion the damage incurred to my car was only light. The incident that caused the damage resulted in the death of a wild welsh pheasant that decided to cross a fast Snowdownia road at the worst possible time.

I was following a guy who was driving annoying slow on corners but then fast on the straights. He was irritating me somewhat so when I saw the road was about to open up I dropped way back then buried the throttle into the corner so that I would be carrying much more speed as we entered the straight.

The car behind had much the same idea and as I went for the overtake, he followed right on my heels. As I drew along side the rear of the car I was passing, the aforementioned bird appeared from a roadside bush to my right stepping out onto the road bobbing her little head back and forth like they do.

It’s amazing that in those microseconds you have the capability to process so much information. I checked my rear-view mirror to work out if I could break hard and therefore miss the pheasant closely, but decided against this as the car behind me was too close and unaware of the excitement ahead. I then decided to bury the throttle and grip the wheel and simply take the pheasant out at 70-mph. But amazingly, and quite how in the time allowed I don’t really know, I decided to squeeze as much to the right as possible so that the bird would impact the left front of the car meaning the impact energy would not be 100% in the bumper area and therefore result in a lot of damage to the car.

BLAM!!! thud thud. The said pheasant is smashed then run over by both wheel of my car, then presumably the car behind to! Mercifully it would have been a quick end to her life. Though she made sure she would be remembered by cracking the bumper underside. I could ignore the damage but I might a well fix it.

I don’t feel too bad though. All the time we were in Wales we could hear gunshots as pheasants everywhere were being gunned down by men in hats and their trousers tucked into their socks.