Buzzards and Horses

You know I like to think of myself as a fairly decent driver. I have been behind the wheel since about age 6. I grew up learning to drive an old Ford my Daddy had bought from his brother and the big treat was getting to drive to the dump! Yes folks I said the dump. Obviously a very good memory, because for some silly reason or another I can't seem to recall what the first dance song at my wedding was....but I can recall taking a whirl on the floor with my Daddy to none the less "Daddy Let Me Drive".

Anyway, I have warned you, I get off track a bit, so lately I have been doing quite a bit of driving on the ole' local highways in my tank of a vehicle. Which by the way, thank goodness it sports what I like to call "The Bad Boy" bumper, some may call it a brush guard, grill guard, and one of my life long friends likes to call it a cow bumper but that is a whole different story.

So cruising along, at the speedlimit of course, headin' to the ranch for a long weekend, I take out a buzzard. Seriously who takes out a buzzard. Heck I didn't know they need at least 10 feet to actually get off the ground. Yes if you put a buzzard in an 8X8 topless (not you, the box) it can not get out because it needs take off room. Soooo I am cruising along, chatting with Peedles, convincing her that it is way more fun to look for cows, horses and water than it is to watch movies in the car, when after glancing back at the road, WHACK! I took out the buzzard.

So thinking the buzzard thing is pretty strange, I think I am going to start watching for things on the road, so last night, there is this stretch of Northbound highway I like to take a little chill out drive on. I go a few miles north, flip it, and head back south towards home. So I have had a long day and need the drive, have the music a goin' the windows down when I notice wayyyyyy to late there is a HORSE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY LANE! Now ya' have to understand, it is nighttime, I don't want to swerve, so I take out the horse. Not just any horse, a blue plastic rocking horse with large yellow handles sticking out of the ears. Just large enough to get wedged uner the "Bad Boy"....and it drags. So out in the sticks, in the dark I am under, yes folks under my car dragging out the injured horse. So the relaxing drive, turned into small bits of gravel in the knees and a few words I would rather not share right now.......and no ya'll the horse didn't make it.

I am off for now, saddle up and have a good one, and remember keep your eye on the road, literally!

C.C.