My favorite road kill was a baltimore oriole. I had never seen one before, so I stopped and looked at it. Beautiful bird, lying right in the road, looked uninjured but lying there all wrong like that it had to be dead. But still couldn't let it get crushed by the next car so I nudged it with my foot to move it over to the edge. As soon as I touched it it jumped onto its feet, shook its feathers a couple times, and flew off! I was mighty surprised. I guess it had just been stunned.

Yesterday I saw another yellow bird. No idea what it was. The size of a goldfinch but all yellow. I didn't stop to inspect.