I had to run out to our second campus at work today, so I jumped on the country road out of town. It’s probably the first time I’ve been on that road in over two weeks, as the few times I’ve had to head out in that direction I was concerned the Great Arctic Death had left it impassible.
It made me wonder how long these roadkill remains had been sitting out there:
Judging by the size of the ribs and spine, I’d guess they used to belong to a small deer, possibly a fawn. And I assume it was roadkill, but there’s no blood, head, legs, or anything else for that matter, so I guess it’s just as likely a coyote dragged it to the road and got scared off by another vehicle.
I showed the Midget the picture after school, and of course he wanted to see the real thing. I thought it might be a fun little learning experience for him, so I took the scenic route home and we stopped to take a look. Being a boy, he thought it was pretty cool. He had no problem identifying ribs and a spine, though he assumed the muscular remains were actually blood.
Naturally the conversation turned to what could have caused this kind of destruction. It didn’t take us long to reach the following conclusion: