I have been thinking about the deaths of creatures on the roads.I was thinking this way today on the Ironbridge by-pass when I was flashed by a driver coming up the hill. Flashing his lights of course.I slowed down and observed a beautiful young deer elegantly cross in front of me and then skipping the fence and going down into the woods.

I stopped and thought about the number of foxes and badgers I have seen dead on the roads. I know that old badger is a bit of a duffer but I thought foxes were smart. How often do crows and other birds get squashed even when flying like ace pilots right under the wheels?.

So it appears that foxy has as much sense as a pheasant, which is a real bird brain.Obviously the pheasant is a bit slow but foxy should not get caught so often.If things go on this way there cannot be an excuse for fox hunting as they are being killed anyway.

I know the mounted killers will weep crocodile tears and say that they cannot bear the thought of the poor beast dieing so horrible a death and that if they could legally start massacring again they could give it a jolly good chance of getting away as they hunted it to death.

I have actually thought that the horsie people now wait on roads with the lights switched off waiting for the chance to get their fix(I mean getting their fox fix). Suddenly they see what looks like shining eyes and off they go to mow down foxie.

Just as well there aren't too many village coppers on bikes these days or there might be fat bobbies squashed all over the country side.We can't have that by Jove. Who will do the paper work?.

Enough of this nonsense.I just thought I would do what the posh papers do by having a column called "Cobblers Country Retreat". The sort of thing that makes a paper, or a site, respectable.It might recruit more viewers.

That's it I"ll have a column called "Goofers Gallery".And I could interview old codgers like Lord Hoop.We could film him as he chortles on , home brewed dribbling down his chops and his roll up stuck somwhere in his beard.As his tale(tales) comes to it's eventual end lady Hoop draws up the trap and horses and escorts him back to Hoop Hall.Come to think of it he looks a bit like old badger.