The Roadkill Chronicles begin....

Always wanted to publish a book called Roadkill Chronicles.
The Blog name was taken, so Vulture Vomit will have to do. I actually like it though.
The Blog name, not the road kill itself.
I pity roadkill.
They die without a story.
They die without a voice.
I will be that voice and tell their story.
They will not die in vain.

The first pic is the most recent but not the first.
If you have a pic, send it.
Tell the story and I will present it.

Ralph the Owl

This is Ralph. He had been at Martha's old oak tree to pass the time and get out of the rain. Morning was coming and they both were getting hungry. The rain had kept most owl snacks in their homes. Martha had seen french fries thrown out by the highway the night before and they both were sure it would attract dinner.(breakfast for you and me) Sure enough, right before sunrise, Francine, a field mouse, mother of 5 was scurrying across the highway. Ralph took flight as soon as her mouse nails clicked on the asphalt and both creatures were focused on food. In the owls attempt to catch the mouse unawares, he did not hear the quiet hybrid vehicle doing 65 in the darkness...

This was Ralph.
RIP