A few years ago at night I was overtaken by a white escort van with a roofrack. Stuck on the front of the rack with its massive wings spread out in the wind was a huge pale coloured owl. Poor thing must have swooped low over the road and been collected by the car.
About a year ago I was out on the roadie with a pal, descending a hill in a deep lane. Suddenly two deer jumped the fence and landed in front of us, forcing us and a car coming up the hill to brake sharply. One deer made it over the opposite fence but the other didn't, it bounced back and fell into the road. It was trapped between us and the car so it tried again, and again and again, each time bouncing back with scrabbling hooves in a blind panic. Finally on about the fifth frantic attempt it cleared the fence it had first come over and we rode on through a huge cloud of dust, leaves, debris and deer hairs it had kicked up. I was still spitting hairs out of my mouth a minute later!
Maaany years ago I was motorbiking over the A686 from Penrith to Alston, a fantastic road on a fast bike early in the morning. I came over a crest at about 90 and there crossing the road in front of me was a family of stoats or weasels, Dad, three kids and Mum, in a row like two large yellow dashes with three smaller dashes in between. I knew I had no chance of avoiding them at that speed so kind of willed my bike wheels into the gap between two of them. Milliseconds later I had a glimpse of the same formation of five yellow dashes in a mirror so I rode on thinking - hoping - I hadn't killed one or two of them. Still feel bad about it today.