Regular readers may have noticed my unhealthy interest in dead animals by the roadside. I’m the first to admit that it isn’t always very pleasant, and probably does nothing to endear me to passers-by, but roadkill does provide a durable record of species in the area and the opportunity to examine individual animals at close quarters. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a legitimate biological sampling method.
Imagine my morbid delight then, when a couple of days ago I drove past a very unusual animal carcass lying on the verge. I was driving down a remote country lane so there was no traffic and I was able to quickly brake and reverse back for a closer look. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen in the area before, and thoughts of all manner of exotic species flashed through my mind. It was only when I got close that I saw what it was.
It was a wig. A long, blonde wig. Fairly dishevelled, and discarded by the roadside in a lonely wooded area.
I’m wondering now just what sort of nocturnal activity goes on in these quiet lanes. I really must find myself a more wholesome hobby…
Tales from the Wood - The Diary of a Badger Watching Man 
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