Once considered macabre, the consumption of roadkill is having a culinary moment

Once a few hours before dawn, driving into town, my brother came across a dead motorcyclist who had clearly collided with a now also dead deer. He said that he was so traumatized by the scene that he didn't make any arrangements to eat either of them.

Between the turkey & black vultures, any roadkill around here gets vacuumed up within a few hours. It's actually impressive. I don't want to get into a fight with those birds.