Work is scant at the moment, to say the least. But yesterday I got a double lesson in. We did "the Wales Run" out to Deeside and along the A55 from Flint to Queensferry.
And as we headed to the New Bridge on a fast dual carriageway, a blackbird flew across from the other side of the road. A second later, we smacked into it, and it left a smear of blood and feathers on the windscreen.
Not nice. I suppose if the oil lasted long enough, at some point, a strain of blackbirds would evolve that worked out that they need to fly high over black lines.