The closest I cam to road kill was on two occassions. On the first, I was driving home late one night after studying in the library and noticed a chicken blow-off a chicken-hauling truck. I stopped and picked it up and had it for dinner a week or so later. Chickens are not smart anyway, bu that sucker was way dumber than my laying hens--Road island Reds. That chicken blowing thing (!) happened frequently enough that wife and I watched for them. Turns out, so did the coyotes so you had to be pretty quick to get one.

The next time was when I was surveying in Argentina in the early '80's. The local with whom I worked carried a 9mm Beretta--turned-out he was a reserve military police officer....oh boy. Anyway, he was driving with me as passenger on a sandy road through lava fields south of Malargue when we saw a herd (flock?) of rheas. The other guy fumbled around in his glove box and came-up with that pistol and began wailing away at the rheas, which were on my side of the Toyota 4x4, resulting in hot, spent cartridge cases flying bout the cab and his bouncy-bouncy hand kicking back from the long-armed recoil and lava-bumpy road. He managed to kill one of them. Now that's road kill.

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