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On Roads and Roadkill
So, I do not drive while in England. Wonderful Husband thinks I am unjustly paranoid about driving on what is to me the wrong side of the road. I cheerfully agree with him that I am unjustly paranoid about it, and just continue to refuse to do it. The ingrained habit of nearly twenty years of driving on the right is hard to break, and given that I frequently still forget which side of the vehicle is the driver's side over here, I see no need to risk my life and the life of my passengers.
This does, however, give me a fair amount of time to be looking out the car window, observing the scenery. Which is fine by me, and still fascinating, after all these years and visits! For some reason, this trip I've been noticing the local roadkill a bit. Maybe because it's the first time I've been here in the warm season, and thus animals are more likely to be out and about?
For comparison purposes, please realize that I live in the middle of suburbia. I normally see dead opossums, cats, dogs, and pigeons. (British pigeons, BTW, are huge. Easily twice the size of the ones at home. I can see for the first time why people started putting them in pies.) Here in England, however, I see deer at the side of the road. Fawns, rabbits, badgers. And, perhaps most fascinating to me, ring-necked pheasants. There's a tiny voice in the back of my head that says "Wait - can we stop? I just want the feathers." Fortunately I am very adept at ignoring this voice. But oh, as Monty Python put it, they do have beautiful plumage....
This does, however, give me a fair amount of time to be looking out the car window, observing the scenery. Which is fine by me, and still fascinating, after all these years and visits! For some reason, this trip I've been noticing the local roadkill a bit. Maybe because it's the first time I've been here in the warm season, and thus animals are more likely to be out and about?
For comparison purposes, please realize that I live in the middle of suburbia. I normally see dead opossums, cats, dogs, and pigeons. (British pigeons, BTW, are huge. Easily twice the size of the ones at home. I can see for the first time why people started putting them in pies.) Here in England, however, I see deer at the side of the road. Fawns, rabbits, badgers. And, perhaps most fascinating to me, ring-necked pheasants. There's a tiny voice in the back of my head that says "Wait - can we stop? I just want the feathers." Fortunately I am very adept at ignoring this voice. But oh, as Monty Python put it, they do have beautiful plumage....