Seeing dead animals on the side of the road is pretty much an every day occurance. You find rabbits, badgers etc all the time that didn't *quite* run fast enough across the road, and met their maker at 30+ mph.
I've never hit anything with the car before, nor have i ever seen anything hit and still alive!
Tonight i got home from work and forgot my keys, so instead of pulling my car out of the garage, my mum ran me back down (2min drive.) Couldn't find them so got back in the car and headed back.
All of a sudden my mum looks in the rear view mirror, then slams her brakes on and starts crying and screaming hysterically "oh no, go out and move it quickly". I look across and theres a rabbit, its back legs and i'd say most of its rear end had been obvioulsly ran over by a car (surrounding the road is fields either side.)
I say i can't get out and move it, but theres no traffic about and mums fit of hysterics seems to be getting worse, so i get out of the car and run across the road. As soon as the rabbit catches sight of me, it starts squealing, but i pick it up as gently as i can and carry it over to the hedgeways near by, and put it through as far as i can.
Get back into the car and go home and still can't find my keys, so mum takes me back to work again, and theres a woman stopped by the road, who is standing by the area i put the rabbit in, so we stop and do the window down and ask her if she was the one who hit the rabbit, she replied she had seen it around.
At this point her jumpers covering the rabbit as its obviously quite scared, as she's also on the phone to her friend shes asking whether she should take it to the vets, but by the time she had finished talking to us and got off the phone, the rabbits pulled itself away and dissapeared into the undergrowth.
Now, i know there are thousands of rabbits, and i dare say dozens if not hundreds get killed every day, but maybe its because my mum was hysterical, but for some reason i feel really cr*p and down?!
I suppose thats where compassion and feelings shine through in people, but man, do i feel strange
Anyway, thats my little bit vented for the evening, thanks for (an ever so slightly depressing) read.
Phil
I've never hit anything with the car before, nor have i ever seen anything hit and still alive!
Tonight i got home from work and forgot my keys, so instead of pulling my car out of the garage, my mum ran me back down (2min drive.) Couldn't find them so got back in the car and headed back.
All of a sudden my mum looks in the rear view mirror, then slams her brakes on and starts crying and screaming hysterically "oh no, go out and move it quickly". I look across and theres a rabbit, its back legs and i'd say most of its rear end had been obvioulsly ran over by a car (surrounding the road is fields either side.)
I say i can't get out and move it, but theres no traffic about and mums fit of hysterics seems to be getting worse, so i get out of the car and run across the road. As soon as the rabbit catches sight of me, it starts squealing, but i pick it up as gently as i can and carry it over to the hedgeways near by, and put it through as far as i can.
Get back into the car and go home and still can't find my keys, so mum takes me back to work again, and theres a woman stopped by the road, who is standing by the area i put the rabbit in, so we stop and do the window down and ask her if she was the one who hit the rabbit, she replied she had seen it around.
At this point her jumpers covering the rabbit as its obviously quite scared, as she's also on the phone to her friend shes asking whether she should take it to the vets, but by the time she had finished talking to us and got off the phone, the rabbits pulled itself away and dissapeared into the undergrowth.
Now, i know there are thousands of rabbits, and i dare say dozens if not hundreds get killed every day, but maybe its because my mum was hysterical, but for some reason i feel really cr*p and down?!
I suppose thats where compassion and feelings shine through in people, but man, do i feel strange

Anyway, thats my little bit vented for the evening, thanks for (an ever so slightly depressing) read.
Phil