Tonight's entertainment was p-p-p-pick up a p-p-p-Partridge
I was riding home from the pub, when the autopilot avoided an obstacle in the road. Delayed reaction told me it looked like a partridge, so I did a U-turn and went back for a second look. Definitely a partridge (Red-legged/French variety), so, having passed it for a second time, I turned round again and parked the bike on the verge with the standlight pointing vaguely partridge-wards, wandered over, picked it up (at which point it woke up and started trying to run), and deposited it on the verge where no following car could run it over.