then thinks better of it.
I was driving south to my job. The day was lit by the growing light of a cloudy dawn. I approached a small bridge that I have driven over thousands of times. I caught of glimpse of a giant bird sitting on the metal railing, a heron. It panicked and burst into flight directly into my path. I realized there would be no way a bird that big would be able to dodge. Visions of a shattered windshield and dead heron flashed threw my mind. I slammed on the breaks and swerved. The beautiful grey bird stretched out its giant wings, and as graceful as a ballerina turned back around and flew off. I had no idea herons could move like that. They always appear gangly.