Have you ever hit a Crow while Driving?

[terravista]

Any crow I have seen has had good timing, but I did hit a Kookaburra many years ago in a Datsun 180B.
He/she swooped down in front of me and got creamed at 100kph.
Twenty minutes later, as I slowed down in the next town, he flew off.
I guess the bastard found a new way to hitch a ride, but the lack of the feathers that flew off at impact would have made him cold that night.

[97RX]

I have never had the joy of smacking one! as many times as I tried they are too fast for my old troll! haha

[Pirate_Pete]

I got one with the conduit tube on one of my old work utes. He flew up & away but as the tube sits out about level with the bonnet but 7' in the air, that just clobbered him.

[edz]

No luck with a crow,  had an Emu try to kill an open top SWB Army landrover out past Moree once though ..

[V8100]

No but hit a magpie went straight through grill and into radiator beak first of my he 1 toner about 20 years ago.  Was spewing had only just replaced grill.

Eddy

[Sir Kev + Darkie]

I have had the pleasure to collect 2 crows

The last one was feeding in a floodway and never knew what hit him 

another one that is rarely hit is a Willy Wagtail, have only ever seen one hit and even then it was with a UHF antenna.

[Buckley]

Evening swaggers, first post here since becoming a member, so Hi everyone.
While driving trucks interstate many years ago up near Pittsworth in Qld, I managed to hit several of the poor buggers at once.
Seems they were fighting over a carcass on the road and did not hear the old S-Line sneaking up on them at 100klm/h and by the time they did, it was all over bar the squawking. My wife and I pulled up in Brisbane a few hours later and when I got out and walked around the truck, there was still two wedged in the bullbar (thankfully dead). We were never really sure of exactly how many we really hit and killed, but we are sure we hit about 4, with a few escaping out to the side rather than trying to take off. 
Never even got close to another one since..

I have also hit a kookaburra (he flew across the road in front of me) and again when I have pulled up some hours later, he was sitting on the bullbar with his back against the grill looking at me ! After a quick double take, he then just flew away, seemingly no worse for the experience except for being several hundred Klms away from where he started. I know they do not take relocation well(if at all?) but at least he would have had a chance.

[gv 2003]

hit one the other day with a ball I was tossing for the dog in the park next to our house
does that count

[DannyG]

Found this cow by the road on the way back from Bangor last weekend.  Danny had driven the same way 5 minutes before! Have kept it for evidence.

 

That poor little cow is one of many you were chasing around Saturday night I think you should come up to port sorell this weekend, plenty of home brew available again

[gibbo301]

I can't seem to get the Mother inlaw to stand in front of the car (old crow) 

[oldmate]

I can't seem to get the Mother inlaw to stand in front of the car (old crow) 

Hahahahaha. We must have the same mother inlaw. Lol

[tate1984]

I seem to recall growing up as a kid that the old man would say that you needed to be doing at least 140km/h to hit a crow. Never intentionally tested the idea but can say that I have never hit one.

[KeithB]

I'd swerve fro a crow but aim for a politician.

[evans52]

Not a Crow, but a great true story involving a Rosella.

The Bride (who was driving), Myself, and our 3 year Old Daughter and I were driving back to Adelaide from visiting The Bride's rellies in Victoria. About 5km West of Nhill (awesome Bakery), there was a flock of Rosella's on the side of the road. Bride slowed down a bit and the flock took off across the road at the last minute. Needless to say, a couple of loud knocks and feathers everywhere. A quick look back and there's one in the middle of the road, feathers blowing in the wind and a few feathers stuck in the wipers. We keep driving, making jokes about tomato sauce. I tell the daughter it's how they actually make sauce. A quick left to the man boobs from The Bride and I tell her it's not true.

Anywho, we stop for fuel at Keith, SA and after we've filled up and moved the car to the grassed area, I decide to check the front of the old VT Commodore for any damage. None visible. Pop the bonnet, look in and hear this almighty squawk..............Eff me it's another Rosella!! Poor "Rosie" was caught between the radiator and front grill on the bottom left. Now let me add, it's about 3.30pm on a Sunday arvo and the place is pretty quiet (apart from Rosie). I'll be honest, I was half tempted to go with my gut instinct, shut the bonnet and keep it to myself until we got home. Just for pure fear of what would happen if I was to tell The Bride. But I thought no, she's inside with the kid getting drinks and nibbles, I'll be able to sought this out before she comes back. I grab it by the back of the head at the "shoulders" and lift it out. Rosie came out easy I wondered how she stayed in there so long. I put her on the grass expecting, but more so hoping, she would fly away or at least walk. Nope. Straight on to her side. Rosie's not going to make it. I picked her up went to give the Ol' neck snap and then I hear a screeching "STOP! DON'T!".......Rosie can talk! It's amazing.........turns out it's The Bride in an amazing imitation of a Rosella. I tell The Bride Rosie's not going to make it and it's the best thing. "Get a Vet" The Bride squeals. "Squaaaawwwkk! Squaaaawwwkk!" Rosie starts squawking herself stupid in either agreement or discomfort. I'm going the latter.

Now there happens to be a couple of people filling up looking in the direction of a Woman yelling at a Bloke with a squawking Rosella in his hand and a 3 year old girl eating a muffin and drinking a fruitbox watching on. Probably still wondering if Daa is actually going to make Tomato Sauce. I tell The Bride I'm not taking Rosie to Vet as Rosie can't even stand. We're in Keith and it's a Sunday. In frustration The Bride says a few carefully chosen words about me and proceeds to get in the car with the kid. Once they're in, I turn away and give a twist. Rosie's quiet. I grab an empty bag from the boot to the tune of "Murderer!" and filthy looks from The Bride and proceed to give Rosie as respectable parting of ways as I can at a Roadhouse without a shovel. Rosie is placed in the bag and into the wheelie bin. Now, I actually stopped a moment and considered Rosie's journey from outside of Nhill, Vic to Keith SA, some 125 odd Km's. Not too bad I think, but conclude I have done the right thing.  Feeling emotional about Rosie, I like to think we'd bonded in that 15 mins, I shut the lid and then I hear a squawking again. I turn to the car expecting to cop another ear full, only to see The Bride, looking at the Daughter. "Squawwwwk!". "Squawwwwk!". It's bloody Rosie! Now I feel like complete Shite. I open the bin and see Rosie out of the bag, laying on the bottom of the bin going nuts. I reach in and pick her up. Now, I know there's going to be some Blokes hear who will know this feeling. You know that feeling when you can't help but make eye contact with The Missus and she has that look? This look was "I told you to get a **** vet". I still to this day, don't why I looked at her. I never will. I quickly dis-engage eye contact for fear of being burnt to a crisp with magical eye lasers and this time give a good, firm twist. I wait for signs of life. Nothing. Rosie's gone. The next few km's were pretty quiet with not a word spoken. Until the daughter pipes up with. "I like sauce Daa".

It was one of those times going with my gut instinct would have been a great idea. A bit like the one I had when I was getting married........... (kidding kidding)

[Pog]

Not a Crow, but a great true story involving a Rosella.

The Bride (who was driving), Myself, and our 3 year Old Daughter and I were driving back to Adelaide from visiting The Bride's rellies in Victoria. About 5km West of Nhill (awesome Bakery), there was a flock of Rosella's on the side of the road. Bride slowed down a bit and the flock took off across the road at the last minute. Needless to say, a couple of loud knocks and feathers everywhere. A quick look back and there's one in the middle of the road, feathers blowing in the wind and a few feathers stuck in the wipers. We keep driving, making jokes about tomato sauce. I tell the daughter it's how they actually make sauce. A quick left to the man boobs from The Bride and I tell her it's not true.

Anywho, we stop for fuel at Keith, SA and after we've filled up and moved the car to the grassed area, I decide to check the front of the old VT Commodore for any damage. None visible. Pop the bonnet, look in and hear this almighty squawk..............Eff me it's another Rosella!! Poor "Rosie" was caught between the radiator and front grill on the bottom left. Now let me add, it's about 3.30pm on a Sunday arvo and the place is pretty quiet (apart from Rosie). I'll be honest, I was half tempted to go with my gut instinct, shut the bonnet and keep it to myself until we got home. Just for pure fear of what would happen if I was to tell The Bride. But I thought no, she's inside with the kid getting drinks and nibbles, I'll be able to sought this out before she comes back. I grab it by the back of the head at the "shoulders" and lift it out. Rosie came out easy I wondered how she stayed in there so long. I put her on the grass expecting, but more so hoping, she would fly away or at least walk. Nope. Straight on to her side. Rosie's not going to make it. I picked her up went to give the Ol' neck snap and then I hear a screeching "STOP! DON'T!".......Rosie can talk! It's amazing.........turns out it's The Bride in an amazing imitation of a Rosella. I tell The Bride Rosie's not going to make it and it's the best thing. "Get a Vet" The Bride squeals. "Squaaaawwwkk! Squaaaawwwkk!" Rosie starts squawking herself stupid in either agreement or discomfort. I'm going the latter.

Now there happens to be a couple of people filling up looking in the direction of a Woman yelling at a Bloke with a squawking Rosella in his hand and a 3 year old girl eating a muffin and drinking a fruitbox watching on. Probably still wondering if Daa is actually going to make Tomato Sauce. I tell The Bride I'm not taking Rosie to Vet as Rosie can't even stand. We're in Keith and it's a Sunday. In frustration The Bride says a few carefully chosen words about me and proceeds to get in the car with the kid. Once they're in, I turn away and give a twist. Rosie's quiet. I grab an empty bag from the boot to the tune of "Murderer!" and filthy looks from The Bride and proceed to give Rosie as respectable parting of ways as I can at a Roadhouse without a shovel. Rosie is placed in the bag and into the wheelie bin. Now, I actually stopped a moment and considered Rosie's journey from outside of Nhill, Vic to Keith SA, some 125 odd Km's. Not too bad I think, but conclude I have done the right thing.  Feeling emotional about Rosie, I like to think we'd bonded in that 15 mins, I shut the lid and then I hear a squawking again. I turn to the car expecting to cop another ear full, only to see The Bride, looking at the Daughter. "Squawwwwk!". "Squawwwwk!". It's bloody Rosie! Now I feel like complete ****e. I open the bin and see Rosie out of the bag, laying on the bottom of the bin going nuts. I reach in and pick her up. Now, I know there's going to be some Blokes hear who will know this feeling. You know that feeling when you can't help but make eye contact with The Missus and she has that look? This look was "I told you to get a **** vet". I still to this day, don't why I looked at her. I never will. I quickly dis-engage eye contact for fear of being burnt to a crisp with magical eye lasers and this time give a good, firm twist. I wait for signs of life. Nothing. Rosie's gone. The next few km's were pretty quiet with not a word spoken. Until the daughter pipes up with. "I like sauce Daa".

It was one of those times going with my gut instinct would have been a great idea. A bit like the one I had when I was getting married........... (kidding kidding)

Funniest Story Ever!   

[Pog]

I have driven about 50,000 km a year for the last 10yrs, and when safe to do, I try to hit crows, but with no success yet. They are so crafty, and always know when to take that last hop to the side.

I have had a wood duck smash a windscreen at 110kms/hr in the SE of SA about 10-11 yrs ago.

Also, my UHF and Phone antennas have been pretty good at collecting bats.

[builder94]

I had an eagle try to take off from edge of the tar with its dead prey in its mouth and fly straight into the windscreen, wife was driving, it scared the absolute bejesus out of us both. Feathers everywhere and a dead hare wedged in between roof rack and roof of the pajero when we pulled over to check out the damage.

[bluejay]

no crows but cleaned up 2 wild deer 3 mins north of miram vale just on dusk

[berlitza]

tempted to hit the old crow every time I see her walk out the house , does that count

[Moggy]

Was travelling bruce hwy years ago, came up on this, didn't hear or sea any noise/feathers or flying off. I thought cunning little bugger ducked under c'dor. Pull up at servo couple hours later when another bloke says "you got a passenger". There he was wedged in the bumper air duct ( dead) . Guess he wasn't as clever or short as he thought


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[prodigyrf]

You can get the odd hitch-hiker-
http://www.canberratimes.com.au/act-news/lucky-platypus-survives-canberra-roadtrip-20131010-2v9wq.html
Lad hit a BIG roo on Yorke Peninsula the other week. Going nowhere with the radiator smashed and around $6k damage.
A crow never and when we used to shoot the long paddocks they'd sit until the moment they saw a rifle and gone like the wind.
Up the NW of WA there were plenty of wedgies on the road kill and most would fly off to the side but I noticed a few just sitting watching you go past and they'd obviously worked out which way you were travelling and you weren't going on their side of the road.
Hitting a swarm of bees on the mobike wasn't much fun particularly if one or two got up under the full face all of a sudden 

[bussoboy]

Took one out just out of Jerramungup in 1983 with my canary yellow XC panel van  - the horrid colour must of made it commit suicide, left a good dent on the roof just over the windscreen

[siringo]

No, never hit a crow, they're pretty cunning, I reckon you only hit them when they're hung over and a bit slow. Crows are quite intelligent. While stopped and eating lunch, I've seen them gather food, walk away with it and hide it under scrub. Go back get more and hide that.

Took out 4-5 cockies one day in the Falcon, they just swung up into the air, then straight back down again and BAM! Cockies and Galahs are 2 of the biggest hassles I come across daily. Eagles are bad as well. If you come across one eating road kill, they take so long to get going and they're bloody big.

[stephwoodall]

I haven't hit one but I heard of a bloke had a mate who's cousin was at a Richmond and Adelaide game hit a Crow's supporter for being too mouthy.  Does that count???   

[Redback]

I hit a Crow on my motorcycle heading to Swan Reach in Sth Australia on our way to Mt Pleasant, got me right on the top front of my helmet, broke the visor and near knocked me out, just didn't duck quick enough, took about 10mins to recover and keep going.

Also hit a flock of Budgies out west somewhere in my old 1966 Triumph 2.5PI, was scraping blood and feathers off for weeks afterwards, scared the crap out of me, I ran off the road because I couldn't see out the windscreen.

Baz.