"There's a dead bird stuck in my grill and I don't know what to do with it." -Me

In the early hours of Monday mornings commute to Fun 107, I was driving on 195 Westbound around 4:45 A.M. I had just passed White's of Westport when I saw some kind of White flash fly in front of my car, followed by a loud *thud*.

"I pray that wasn't a cat," I mumbled under my breath as I continued to drive towards the station.

As I got out of my car, I was shocked to see something that resembled a small dead hawk, jammed into my grill.

"That's just great," I sighed. I swear I have the worst luck... that was four days ago.

Fast forward to today- on this crisp morning once again the topic of the bird was brought up.

Shocked that it was still there, Michael decided enough was enough.

He rushed forward readying for battle. Knights have swords, but our dear friend had a mighty stick to fight with.

Michael walked into battle with me by his side ready for whatever gruesome sights we would see.

When the battle commenced it was a brutal fight, some might say its one for the books.

Who prevails in the battle? Watch the video to find out.

The fight was short lived but fierce and mighty.

 

Additional Reporting by Abbey Frias