The universe conspires against me.
More specifically, the universe thwarts my attempts at travel by blocking my path with various and sundry flora, fauna, and houses.
Today's roadblock was a barrier most fowl. You might have to look closely at my bad phone photo. But there they are. A pair of geese. I think they're geese. Sometimes The Pony and I argue over whether they might be ducks. With their bills intact! Not ripped off by some rogue air-conditioner repairman! We usually see them in a field along the road. Or swimming peacefully in the creek. But the last three days we've found them walking down the road, walking on the bridge, and now SITTING ON THE BRIDGE.
This picture was taken on my way home. At least one is standing, pretending to make an effort to get out of the way. They were both sitting down on my way to town. I might as well be driving on Bolivia's Death Road by the time I navigate my large SUV around them, taking care not to drop two tires over the side. The horn has no effect on them. On Friday, they continued with their leisurely stroll down the barely-two-lane blacktop, neither changing speed nor nor direction when I tooted.
No good is going to come of this behavior.