Lobo
Mama Doe
Each Friday I make a trip to a semi-rural area along minor roads. Two weeks ago I saw a small group of wildies in a paddock and the next week sat eating my lunch watching 4 little kits running, binkying and chasing each other. This past Friday when heading into the town there was one kit eating on the verge of the road. He looked straight at me as I slowed to pass but I could not stop to chase him back to his family on the other side of the fence as there was another car right behind me. 40 minutes later when travelling back out there he was again but now he was dead, run over by a vehicle. The sickening part was he was still on the verge and the vehicle had left the sealed road to deliberately run over him. He was so small he would have fitted in the palm of one hand.
Why does this happen? Do these lowlifes feel some kind of empowerment using a 1 or 2 tonne vehicle to run over a little creature who would probably only weigh a few hundred grams? What is wrong with these people?
Why does this happen? Do these lowlifes feel some kind of empowerment using a 1 or 2 tonne vehicle to run over a little creature who would probably only weigh a few hundred grams? What is wrong with these people?