People's stories about dead galahs are most poignant. I've killed a
Mulga Parrot and Cockatiel accidently when driving in the middle of NSW.
With the latter, the mate sat in the tree above it's dead partner,
calling incessantly. There's something deeply concerning, something at
the core of humanity, about this scenario. I curse myself and modern
technology a lot after such a killing. I feel that I am intruding in
nature's domain and I have no right to be there. If there weren't roads
and cars, then there wouldn't have been the animal death. Anyway, like
everyone else, I have to get from A to B, and can't feel guilty about
When in Julatten in 1996, I accidently hit a Striped Possum that decided
to come out of right field and go under the front right wheel.
Amazingly, thank God, the animal got up an embankment and into a tree.
It seemed a little twisted, but okay.