A few years back I was riding in a pack of 5-6 recumbents. I was second in the line and we were cruising pretty good down one of those ubiquitous chip-sealed roads with no fog line or shoulder. The leader flushed a bird out of the weeds at the side of the road, and as it rose, it swerved right into our line. I hit it with my helmet at about 22 mph, it went arcing over the heads of everyone behind me and plopped in the road, dead.