Yesterday I saw a fledgling Killdeer on the roadside. It raised its wings as it ran, showing the primaries were not fully developed.
Today’s bird-in-the-middle-of-the-road was a Ruffed grouse. As is usual for these dimwits, it ambled along until it noticed my car was 6 feet away, then erupted into awkward flight. I waited for a minute to see if any grouslings were hiding in the grass, but saw no movement and decided the bird’s departure was less, “I’m wounded, follow me,” and more, “Holy crap, where did THAT come from!”
Otherwise, warm/humid for the last two days. The birds don’t have much more energy than I do.