Was riding in to work this morning and not 1 but 3 squirrels ran across the road right in front of me all 1 right after the next just in time to escape certain death. I began to think how lucky they were when 1, yes 1 more came across and BLAM!! I don't know how and can't begin to explain it but poor little guy got cut right in half (FAIL) but the front half kept running across the road and into the ditch. (WIN???) I didn't believe what I saw and made a quick u-turn only to see the little 1/2 guy still trying to keep going but he was slowing down rapidly and then.........you know the rest of the story. I said a prayer for the little guy and went on my way..
I did something similar when I was riding side by side with my Dad and we were amazed at the bird that flew right in front of his face. It wasn't till we got to the next gas station that we noticed itflew right into my front rim. nothing but s few sticky feathers left on the fork, rim, and fender
I was on the way home from work one night, around 3am. I went the same way that I always went. I was going about 65 on my CBR900RR and I hit a rather large raccoon. I did not go down but it did smash my front fender. The vary next night I was going home, on the same road at around the same time... I was on my bike and a raccoon came out of no ware and I hit him.... This time the bike took a little more damage. It broke out the headlight and cracked the wind screen. I think the little bastards were trying to commit suicide. I never saw another raccoon on that road again.
My Son and I encountered a flock of skunks a couple of years ago. I think it was like 3 little ones following the mom across the road.
As we approached they all stopped, turned and raised their tails in perfect synchronization.
I have no idea how we escaped unsprayed since we rode right through them. I remember that we stopped a few hundred feet later asking each other if that really had just happened.
When I was a kid I ordered some "squirrel call" thingamabob from the novelty store in the back of my comic book... true story.
I enjoy it when the squirrel cusses me and the dog, after chasing its ass from the bird feeders, around the yard and up the tree again. Great sport!
I once watched in awe after we'd "treed" our local tree rat a the top of the power pole. The rodent tried to run back down, then launched from near the top- heard a "flump" when it bellyflopped in the grass.
My great-grandmother used to buy walnuts, just to feed the squirrels at her house...
When I got my CO2 BB pistol I wore them tree rats out.
One of my co-workers is going to become a wildlife rehabilitator, specializing in squirrels.