Good friends from Louisiana enticed us to travel 4 1/2 hours for a weekend riding horses. ..road trip. It's funny how such trips turn out so great in the absence of any logical planning. Throw some clothes in a bag, get in the car, ..go. The destination, Eunice. The car, Camry. Legroom, what legroom? The only snapshot-worthy attraction in the first 250 miles, birds. Lots and lots of freakin birds. So Adam and Miles are instructed to exit the halted car in pursuit of the elusive throng. We were but a brief annoyance for this social gathering of creatures, and if the birds so willed, as it was later discussed, they could have picked our bones clean. But they instinctively chose to flee from the arm flailing assault of screams, and this made for a refreshing break from the crampt car and cheasy lower-Arkansas (heavy nstink rotation) radio stations.