A rooster flew into our car on Thanksgiving day. He passed on, poor fellow. He quite possibly was attempting an Evel Knievel stunt by flying across the road, but he only made it a few feet, and not very high off the ground, might I add, before we came along in our rather large SUV going 45 MPH.
I suppose it wasn't a bad way to go, if you're a rooster of course. And the local people standing around were very happy to bring the rooster home for dinner. I already had ham and turkey in the oven, so I was happy to share. He probably made somebody a decent meal.
To see previous St. Kitts "not your everyday occurrences" see here and here.