Hit by a flying V.
Walking back to my room, I saw some very low flying ducks.
“Hey, look at the ducks! Cool!”
They flew closer. There was about 14-16 ducks flying in a pair of V formations stacked on top of each other like a double-decker bus. They were quacking a marching hymn.
They avoided the trees. They didn’t feel like landing apparently.
“They’re coming right at me.”
A mallard wedge was about to slice me down the center.
Lucky my spider-senses caught on.