Last summer, when I was out on a job, the guy driving the van hit a pigeon. Now, when you're on foot pigeons just fly the fuck away when you go "boo" at them, so why one of them sat in the middle of the fucking road and let the van hit it without blinking one of its pigeony eyes is utterly beyond me. It was actually quite funny at the time, and even more so in retrospect, particularly since we had to rinse the blood off the front and pick off the feathers.