OneAndOneIs2

I love this time of year.

The sun is in the sky. The trees are coming into leaf. There are flowers in every wood. And every stretch of road has a dead pheasant along it somewhere.

Stupid fecking birds. No wonder so many of them get shot every year. It's just a wonder they live long enough, considering their reaction to a ton of steel bearing down on them at a mile a minute is to either stare it down or turn and sprint in the same direction in an attempt to outrun it.