So, there I was, enjoying the mild summer evening, driving home from the library (I returned the 3 Nora Roberts books I checked out a week or so ago and picked up some more even though I said I wouldn't) with the sunroof open and some tunes on the radio, when I heard honking. I looked a round and saw nothing. Then I looked up.
There was a small flock of Canadian geese flying low overhead. At first I smiled and thought "What a beautiful ending to a nice evening." Then, I remembered my last avian encounter, and hastily closed the sunroof.