Riding home in a down squal

I was cruising home on the interstate a midst heavy traffic and light snowflakes when all of a sudden the flurries became huge. I mean these flakes were about three or four inches in length. Then I noticed they were all in one area and blowing around in the wind of the traffic. At this point I saw an object skidding and rolling along on the lane to my right just ahead of me. One of our Canadien visitors had decided to leave the reservoir and make a low angle flight across the highway...it was not successful. Goose feathers everywhere.