I've got a couple of stories about wildlife and touring.
Several times we've been on some lonely outback road, fence either side, and a mob of kangaroos in front of us. We've never come close to hitting them because we travel just a bit slower than they hop. But the mob sometimes stays just in front of us for up to ten minutes, bounding away slightly ahead of us. I guess they're too lazy to jump the fence, so we end up herding them along the road.
A closer call was in North Qld last year, riding by moonlight, us with no lights. There are only one or two cars per hour so it's pretty safe. This time there are no fences and lots of brahmans wandering all over the place. I'd say we saw a dead one, or the bones of one every 10km or so. There are a lot of road kills in this area. Anyway, there we were, mosying along, not having seen any for quite some time, and I caught a glimpse of one in my peripheral vision, standing in the road. I yelled out to my partner who was in front - she wasn't paying attention, and she pulled to a stop about 5 metres from the beast. He just stayed there and eyed us off.
I was imagining the world-first headlines: Cyclist hits brahman, killed in stampede.