So I’m driving down Warm Springs Ave. today out by the golf course, and there’s this pigeon crossing the road. (Why it was crossing the road is a discussion we can have later.) The bird appears to be either injured or mentally challenged, because as I approach it, it does not fly away. So I stop. The bird is out of sight under my bumper, and I wait for it to pass. One cannot stop indefinitely on Warm Springs Ave. ( I know this, because I was rear-ended there many years ago.) So I start the car up again, and thump. Ewwww. A glance in the rearview mirror confirms my perfect timing. There are so many other things I would have rather run over with my right front tire…the poor pigeon wasn’t one of them. Maybe a crow, or a peacock, or the neighbor’s stupid howling beagles. That would have been a public service I could have been proud of.