We flew to Atlanta this morning at OMG o'clock (if you want to work backwards, I set my alarm for 2:30 am this morning).  This is the final few seconds of an ILS approach.  I haven't been into Atlanta in a private jet in a while, and I forgot how absolutely huge it is.  It's funny, 'cause the Landmark FBO (like a gas station for private jets) is about the size of our laundry room at home.  We were there for more than 8 hours.  No big deal, we got day rooms and slept whilst our passengers did business-stuff.  We then flew to Washington Dulles.

Whoops.

The slightly chunky red streak is the result of 2 sparrows being in the wrong place at the wrong time, though they might argue that we were.  They did zero damage to the plane, and neither one of them got sucked into the left engine, so that's good.  They were likely texting while flying anyway, so I'm pretty sure they had it coming.  The nice airport people scraped the bird carcasses up and presumably gave them to the airport caterers - circle of life and all that.  Now we wait to head home.  Nolan will be asleep by the time I return, which is the worst part of a pretty great day.  When I think about it, it's still a whole lot better than the day the 2 sparrows had.  Sorry about that, nature.