I'd made my plans for the evening after checking for room rates around here and finding nothing cheap except a motel that actually smelled like curry through the phone. And even they wanted $89.00! So I decided to fly to Montauk Point, just 16nm across Long Island Sound, tie the plane down, then grab my sleeping bag and go sleep on the beach. It seemed a solid plan, and I had just enough evening light to get there and stowed.
Then on me departure from Runway 05 at Groton, my propeller crossed paths with a Canadian Goose. A fucking bird strike!
The goose fared worse than I or my plane. Decease bird but no damage to the aircraft beyond a huge mess on the windscreen. But now the cleaning and the required airport report have wiped out my daylight flying window. So I guess as soon as this report's done, I'm off to the House of Patel.
They'd better at least have or be close to a bar filled with hot gals with low standards.