Personal Narrative Essay: Moving The Body Of A Fox

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Am I daft? Am I too soft? Should I bother and just drive on?
No. I make my own choices in life, one of which is to look out for animals - domestic and wild. So, when I am driving and I see an animal in distress; I do something about it. Even when it has put myself at risk to do so.
The latest undertaking was to stop to move the body of a fox. Expressing how such a thing upsets me, unless I use the cliche “it breaks my heart”, is not enough; it’s more than that, it’s something primal that despises the ignorance of mankind's technological terrors that strike such beautiful creatures, flinging them to the side of a road as nothings to be ignored by the passing hordes. Flashing orange lights warn away oncoming traffic as I don my reflective fluorescent funeral attire, heavy gloves and a grim face. The fox looked asleep. …show more content…

It turned out that the herd had escaped from a farm when it was being burgled and the gates had been left open.
Picking up a dead cats - this I have done on more than one occasion; always they never had a collar or an identity chip.
Driving down the accursed A180, seeing what looked like a black & white calf by the side of the road, busily eating the hedge. If it stepped into traffic... Not being able to turn the car around for three or so miles and then adding another twelve miles to circle back to where the calf was, I rang the police to get them to sort it out - the only problem was trying to explain over a bad line what it was that I saw and where. Eventually they understood.
Gently ushering a scared baby rabbit back into the hedgerow when it sat paralysed in the middle of a country lane. The wind rustling the trees as I talked it back to

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