One photo a day until I meet Jonathan Harris

13th April

Facing death.

Walking aimlessly just after sunset I came across a rabbit (Oryctolagus cuniculus) that had been killed on the road. Even though the rabbit is considered a pest here, I felt it wouldn't be right to walk on and ignore it. Not knowing if it was the right thing to do, I found some cardboard in a nearby bin, gently slid it under the still warm body and then respectfully laid the ensemble to rest under a nearby tree.

Later, driving in a rush to a friends house, I thought about how the rabbit must have jumped out suddenly in front of the car that killed it. Not wanting to encounter the same situation I slowed down and turned my high beams on. Just as I did, the bright lights illuminated the body of another dead animal lying inert on the road. At my friend's house, we found some more cardboard and I returned to discover that it was body of a native possum (Trichosurus vulpecula).

I performed the work that I was now becoming accustomed to. Gently moving the still warm body from the dangers of the road to the relative peace of a nearby tree.

I still didn't know if what I was doing was right, but it certainly felt as if doing something was better than doing nothing.