We saw plenty of roadkilled animals on our drive downstate, but have thus far photographed just one — a young doe hit along a country road, where traffic travels awfully fast. The rain had just let up, leaving the carcass damp and speckled with waterdrops.
The doe's neck was bent into a graceful curl; she had been dead for some time, and much of her body had been consumed by scavengers. Her last meal had been corn — the kernels had sprayed from her mouth upon impact.
With the return of spring, the turkey vultures have also returned, meaning this deer won't be around for much longer.