The Dead Duck
For the past few day, as I have been driving with my father up to my school to engage in a set of tennis, we have both notived a dead duck on the side of the road. The duck is just off to the side, to the point where small parts of it are in the lane that we are in when taking our normal route. I'm fairly certain we have not ran over any part of the dead duck during our voyages, though. Originally, I had seen the dead duck during by myself, prior to the vacation, leaving me to wonder how long the duck has been there. Current Mood:
I have also wondered about the logisitics of the duck's death. It must have been run over in some way, but my question is "where?" Was it run over in the same spot that it is resting now? Was it run over in the middle of the road and then did it struggle to it's long-time spot? Either one of these is a possibility. Maybe it wasn't an accident. Maybe it was bird-flu. My dad said that might be one reason why nobody has bothered to pick it up. The terror that bird-flu is striking in us. I know I wouldn't touch a dead bird. Maybe with gloves. Maybe.
But anyway, back to the question of how long it has been there. I don't think I can make too concrete of a guess, but I'm going to say that it has been over a week. I'm wondering why nobody has called the people who pick up dead animals from the road. A few weeks ago, after spotting a dead racoon in the street, my father called the police, who told him to call another number that I don't remember. The people at the other number didn't answer, being that it was late at night, so being the good member of society that he is, my father went out and got the racoon into a garbage bag. I'm sure he was careful about it.
As for why nobody has done it with this bird, I suspect that it is because it is just out of the road. It is just out of the zone in which it would be continuously run over, causing people to feel enough sympathy to make a phone call. Of course, I'm wondering all this as I sit here and type a journal entry instead of making the phone call that I may or may not be begging for someone to make. It's also interesting to note that the resting place of the bird is right in front of the Shelter Rock Jewish Center. One would think that a house of worship would want to have someone clean up the dead duck on their proverbial doorstep. I wonder if it will be there tomorrow.