Road Kill.

Now, most days I do quite a bit of driving.
It's usual to find the remains of flying insects which have collided with the windscreen.
Today however, things went up to the next level.
At school, picking J up.
Excuse me, I think you've hit a robin says another pupil.
To my gut churning horror, there is a robin hanging out of the grill at the front of the car.
Not unlike the fake back legs of dogs and cats that people sometimes fasten to their boot, as a joke.
But this is the real thing.

It made me feel quite ill.