As I drove down the road the other morning, my eye was drawn to a ferocious fluttering a few yards ahead of me. It was two birds, locked together. Fighting? Mating? A little of both? What's the difference, really? I don't know what kind they were; black with orange/red bands on their tails, which were fully extended, along with their wings. Spinning and falling, they were one beautiful Spanish dancer. Then the Volvo in front of me made contact. They separated, one flying off into the woods, the other crushed to a pulp under the wagon's tires. Just birds again.