Perhaps I have mentioned how much I like this song:
I’m the idiot in the audience who almost always yells out this request. At least I don’t yell out “Freebird”.
Roadkill reminds me of this song. And, we have some very interesting roadkill just down the way from us, but the story begins several years ago.
Someone had a black goose or duck (don’t know, don’t care and don’t really like birds except for eating). Speaking of eating, this goose-duck liked to eat on the very edge of the road. The road consists of a decent curve and a small hill that pretty well obscures your view. The bird was hit by a car. It’s carcass stayed on the road for months. The goose-duck looked a bit greasy from my perspective so perhaps it became fused with the asphalt. Gross, I know, but fascinating because it was there for a very long time.
Fast-forward to around Thanksgiving 2011. We noticed a flock of four ducks (like this) in about the same place as the long ago dead goose-duck. We both said good luck to those birds as we drove by. Around Christmas one ended up dead on the other side of the road from the original greasy dead goose-duck.
The other day I noticed a second one dead on the other side of the road. Now, who is dumber? The ducks or the owner who keeps letting his flock wander the road?