Found this guy under my bike while he was still gasping for pollen filled air. Looked like he was trying to do sit-ups with a broken back, so I gently placed the tip of my thumb and forefinger to his tiny face and stole his last breath to keep him from misery. I carefully placed his body between a bungee cord and my sissy bar, unfortunately only one tattered wing remained when I got home. I went back and looked for the rest of him but it was too late, he was gone forever. Now I live with this painful memory of stolen life and in order to recover my spirits I have shellacked his wing to my gas cap in hopes of forgiveness.
Hopefully this will remind us all that we aren't alone on the road, and I know that for me personally I would sooner lay down the bike than steal the life of another winged creature of any kind that may be in my path. Hopefully you ALL feel the same way.