Four and Twenty Blackbirds Baked Into a Pie

The swing, perfect, stance, a picture of excellence, the wind at my back.  It was a perfect start to a perfect day of golfing.  Errr, until that bird got in the way...  Hole 1, stroke 1 - it was over faster than it started; the poor thing didn't stand a chance.  Line drive to the head.  I figure it heard the 'clink' of the metal striking the plastic and took off in fright.  Haha but that's totally what did him in.  He flew straight into the path of my Callaway.  What's worse was that my first thought wasn't "Oh shit, I just killed that bird," it was more along the lines of "Fuckkkk, that ball didn't go ANYWHERE."  Worse than that I decided to play through and lost another stroke hitting around the carcass.  Believe it or not I lost that day by 2 strokes...