He couldn't have met his end long before I passed by; there were no turkey vultures circling, no ravens pecking, hardly even a fly. And initially, I did pass by; I was off to shoot something else, somewhere else, in particular. But before I'd gone a mile, I re-considered and turned around.
I carried Brother Raccoon off toward the river, where traffic wouldn't interfere with the cycle of life and death. Sister Vulture needs to eat, too.
After completing this unplanned task, I hopped back in my Jeep and on the radio came the Clash's version of 'I Fought The Law.' It seemed a strangely fitting --if somewhat sardonic-- elegy for this masked bandit's funeral.
".....and the law won."
Thank you. It sure deserved better. I posted "wierd looks" a bit back. Some of my homage to the dead was study.
newtoyou:
Animals that get run over do NOT die a pleasant death . . . and they most often die alone!
I always feel bad when I see road kill.
Poor baby! Thank you for moving him off the road. I do this, too... seems the respectful thing to do.
Wonderful. My wife has a long history of doing exactly the same thing you did--and for exactly the same reason. She also likes to give a final fond petting as she bids them adieu.
snapshot18 wrote:
newtoyou:
Animals that get run over do NOT die a pleasant death . . . and they most often die alone!
Worse, their carcass then attracts more victims.
newtoyou wrote:
Worse, their carcass then attracts more victims.
Once, while working the front desk in the Visitor's Center at Arches, a visitor commented about 'how cute' the prairie dogs looked, standing alongside the interstate on their way to the park. After chatting a while, the visitor left, and my boss, the Chief of Interp, turned to me and said, 'at the speed that visitor was going, she probably didn't notice that in the right paw of that cute little 'dog was a fork. And in the left paw, a knife. That critter wasn't standing there to amuse the travelers, it was waiting for a break in traffic so it could scurry out on the road and scoop up lunch. Hope that one looks both ways first.'
<postscript edit:> There used to be signs along I-70 in SE Utah that said 'Eagles on Highway.' No clue why those cautionary signs have been down for a decade or more; the eagles are still out there on the highway chowing down on prairie dogs and whatnot.
Cany143:
The signs were probably taken down either because some sick F--- government rep WASN'T SEEING ENOUGH CARNAGE, or travelers were shooting holes in them because THEY weren't seeing enough carnage!
snapshot18 wrote:
Cany143:
The signs were probably taken down either because some sick F--- government rep WASN'T SEEING ENOUGH CARNAGE, or travelers were shooting holes in them because THEY weren't seeing enough carnage!
Y'think, snapshot? (Oh, btw, not ALL gubmint reps/employees are sick fritters. Only 93.74% of 'em are, nation-wide. Utah's rep stats might be slightly higher though, and that's reflected in us reg'lar citizens [collectively speaking, of course] who absolutely
thrive on carnage.)
Cany143:
We were pretty close with our figures: you said 93.74%; I would have guessed 95% (rounded off, of course).
loosecanon wrote:
Wonderful. My wife has a long history of doing exactly the same thing you did--and for exactly the same reason. She also likes to give a final fond petting as she bids them adieu.
It may not get you anywhere, BUT, I would suggest you tell her that that is not a good idea.
snapshot18 wrote:
Cany143:
The signs were probably taken down either because some sick F--- government rep WASN'T SEEING ENOUGH CARNAGE, or travelers were shooting holes in them because THEY weren't seeing enough carnage!
Did you miss the ones you shot at?
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