Longest drive yet yesterday, from Laramie to Keyhole State Park just outside Devil’s Tower Wyoming. No wonder we made our first kill. Good thing René wasn’t looking when the little bird hit the grille, she would’ve cried for sure. And thank goodness it wasn’t anything bigger, like the open range cattle, free roaming horses, Pronghorn sheep or numerous Jackalopes we’ve seen littering the Wyoming byways.
A word to the wise for anyone towing anything: as much as it may hurt deep down inside, and no matter how much your wife or children may scream and cry, never swerve or slam on the brakes to protect a little animal. Protect yourself first.
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July 17th, 2007 at 2:37 pm
I had a similar roadkill experience when I went treking across Nevada to Montana back in 1988. I think it was a wild pheasant. I have a picture. How do I send it to you?
July 17th, 2007 at 9:52 pm
woaH! I can hear Rene’s scream now….I’m sure it was followed by a “JIM!!! What did you just hit?? YOU Bastard!!”
July 18th, 2007 at 12:44 pm
I am wondering if the little bird received a proper burial service?
July 18th, 2007 at 3:53 pm
did you give it a proper burial? Hope for a gentle karmic resonance…!
July 18th, 2007 at 5:00 pm
If you consider flinging it into the woods after showing it to René and hearing her scream, then yeah, the little birdie did get a very proper service.