I'd probably cry if it was a hawk. It was a Starling. The funny thing is I was driving along and it crossed my path, there was a burst of feathers and so I pulled over a) to shut the screaming (female) friends in the car up and b) to check there was no blood / guts / feathers on the car. There was literally nothing and I couldn't see the dead bird anywhere. The next day I wake up and start driving about and then when I pulled up at my friend's house she came out and was like, erm.. dead bird? Somehow it had got caught inside the grill and had obviously worked its way out as I was driving about.

