Thursday, 2 August 2012

Miss Whojimaflip's Norwegian Escapades 1969: 5. The Bus Driver And The Wild Goat

'OOOHHH. I felt quite sick,' wrote Mrs Whojimaflip in her 1969 Norwegian Holiday Diary, 'The roads were twisty and turny and they never stopped. The whole bus was feeling queezy.

We had a good driver who was always on time. Amazing as he stopped so many times and talked to other bus drivers at crossroads. 

But as we drove around the corner, there was a loud noise and we stopped abruptly. The bus had hit a wild mountain goat. 

'No problem,' the driver said and he got out the bus. He picked up the dead goat, dragged it round the back, put it in the trunk and got back into his seat.

'Dinner' he said to us all.

What's wrong with that?

I knew someone who lived above a busy road. He would look out of the window. When he saw a rabbit or a bird run over, he would jump into his car, drive down as fast as possible and pick it up and put it in the deep freeze.

The law is strange in the UK. If you actually run over a wild bird, it is prohibited to pick it up. That is deemed to be trespass. However if you are in the car following the car which hit it, then you are quite within your rights to take it.

The van driver I was following, knew this as he parked his van in the middle of the road and collected a nice juicy pheasant.

Waste not want not.

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