The country has lots of critters. Said "critters" include large pheasants who aren't exactly renowned for their intelligence.
I have a commute and said mentally-challenged critters like to stand in the way of that commute. Therefore, sometimes the critters and my commute meet in the ugliest way possible.
Once upon a time (aka before 7:45 this morning), my car had an intact grill in the bumper.
And an undented radiator.
And shortly before 7:45 am this morning, Mr. Pheasant said to his little hen-wife, "I think I'll take a very sudden stroll out onto the highway today, just as a silver Camry is coming up over a hill."
She asked him why.
He said, "Just to see what happens."