driving near eldorado

the other day, i was cruising about 55 m.p.h. on a nearby rural highway and came around a bend to meet the eyes of some savage winged beast gnawing on the carcass of a raccoon. he was right in the middle of the road, his bright red head glowing in the mid-afternoon sun, and looked straight at me. i think he hesitated for just one second, looked at me, looked at the mini, and seriously considered playing chicken. i may have a small car, but even he realized that his highway hash wasn't worth certain death...