Why do blackbirds fly so low over the road? It happens all the time. They fly out of the hedgerow at the side of the lane and across in front of the cars.
Today I found my fourth female blackbird dead in the lane. She was still warm and totally unmarked but had flown across so low that she had been hit by a passing car. And somewhere, in some nearby hedge, a brood of second-nestlings will be waiting for mum to return with a mouthful of food for them. And somewhere a poor, overworked dad will be struggling to maintain life for them all on his own. Let's hope he succeeds.
If you want a good read and enjoy travel books, do look out for "The Hungry Cyclist" by Tom Kevill-Davies, which is about a young man 'pedalling across the Americas in search of the perfect meal'. I have thoroughly enjoyed it and it has taken me through America, to some places where I have been (Icefields Parkway, Athabasca Glacier, Great Divide) and to others (Guatemala, Honduras, Brazil) where I have always wanted to go but now know I never will. And I have read of his eating guinea-pig, armadillo, and the unspeakable insides of various other animals.
Not one for the squeamish though.