{"id":756,"date":"2016-08-27T09:58:44","date_gmt":"2016-08-27T08:58:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/?p=756"},"modified":"2016-08-27T09:58:44","modified_gmt":"2016-08-27T08:58:44","slug":"roadkill-roadcrud-and-roadsplat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/roadkill-roadcrud-and-roadsplat\/","title":{"rendered":"Roadkill, roadcrud and roadsplat"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>OK.\u00a0 A quick flurry of posts that have been muddling around in my head that I&#8217;ll get down now while I seem to have the technology working (and as the tent dries).<\/p>\n<p>In my childhood we used to go for some of most school holidays to my maternal grandparents&#8217; house in Llantwit Major in South Wales, where my parents live now.\u00a0 There&#8217;s a huge tidal rise and fall there, part of why the nearby Swansea is being touted for a UK tidal power station.\u00a0 That meant that walking along the high tide mark was fascinating and at some point I learned the difference between flotsam and jetsam.\u00a0 Jetsam is something that has gotten into the sea by human means (originally, from things that were jettisoned from boats I think and perhaps restricted just to them) and flotsam is anything else that gets to the high tide mark by natural processes: dead birds and animals, bits of trees, seeweed, dogfish egg pouches.\u00a0 I know I occasionally fail to avoid a slow beetle but I think my roadkill is pretty small.<\/p>\n<p>I confess that I watch the roadkill as I travel with my usual insatiable curiosity.\u00a0 I must have seen hundreds of hedgehogs by now, the occasional lizard, robin, one snake and somethink I&#8217;ll come back to later when I&#8217;ve done more sleuthing.\u00a0 In my twenties, cycling north from Toulouse with a previous partner, I remember being almost pathologically excited and also saddened to see a dead Hoopoe (look it up if you don&#8217;t know them: sensationally beautiful birds) on a small country road. For years it was the only Hoopoe I&#8217;d seen but J reminded me last week that we saw one on holiday just south of the Loire about 20 years ago and, just when I really needed a lift three days back, a live one lifted off from near me as I cycled a particularly challenging farm track in a field.\u00a0 At first I just thought &#8220;black &amp; white wing flash, too small and wrong shape for a magpie = jay&#8221; with the sort of daft autothink that even long lapsed birdwatchers have, then, alone with &#8220;wow, missed that nasty rut&#8221; there was &#8220;no, habitat wrong and colour wrong&#8221;. Taking my life, OK, some potential bruises, in my hands, I stopped looking at the track and looked at the bird: a hoopoe flying ahead of me for about ten metres before disappearing behind bushes: sensational and thank goodness a live bird and not roadkill.<\/p>\n<p>In a rather diifferent autothink rambling process, &#8216;ve had some speculations about what a census of roadkill might say about the prevalence of local species and the many sampling issues that would make it a pretty poor estimator of between species variance but perhaps quite a good estimator of between area, within species variance.\u00a0 Ah, there&#8217;s one for a first year science exam question hey?\u00a0 The things I think about on the road.<\/p>\n<p>OK.\u00a0 Back to words.\u00a0 I love that flotsam versus jetsam idea and I have come up with a similar categorisation .\u00a0 There&#8217;s &#8220;roadkill&#8221; and we all know that noun but I&#8217;ve added &#8220;roadcrud&#8221; (I contemplated less nice terms but this is a family blog): the jetsam of the road, what people throw out.\u00a0 Hundreds of cans, sometimes of alcoholic original content but mosty not, plastic bottles, used disposable nappies etc. etc.<\/p>\n<p>But then there&#8217;s &#8220;roadsplat&#8221;.\u00a0 On the week&#8217;s divertissement with J our car was covered with splattered insects, so much so that she wanted to put it through a car wash.\u00a0 It was impressive how many had red blood, I tend to think of roadsplat as black or brown and thought that most insects didn&#8217;t have red blood.\u00a0 Oh dear, there&#8217;s another thing I&#8217;d sleuth up now if I had time.\u00a0 Anyway, now a horrible admission: even cyclists do produce roadsplat but I plead that it&#8217;s not much: a few poor small (black) insects too small to get away when I&#8217;m sweaty.\u00a0 One of the joys of the shower at the end of the day is giving them a hydroburial.<\/p>\n<p>Oh dear. Unpleasant but true.\u00a0 On the bright side: 99% of flying insect life seems to me to be able to escape collisions with me though I worry that the tiny minority of butterflies and moths who seem to make actual physical contact will loose too many wing scales to live long.\u00a0 However, the umpteen glorious dragon flies all seem to avoid contact with complete ease.\u00a0 Do hope these ramblings amuse some of you, maybe &#8220;roadcrud&#8221; and &#8220;roadsplat&#8221; could take off, or maybe someone out there can do better, they do lack something alongside flotsam and jetsam.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>OK.\u00a0 A quick flurry of posts that have been muddling around in my head that I&#8217;ll get down now while I seem to have the technology working (and as the tent dries). In my childhood we used to go for some of most school holidays to my maternal grandparents&#8217; house in Llantwit Major in South &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/roadkill-roadcrud-and-roadsplat\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Roadkill, roadcrud and roadsplat<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-756","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/756","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=756"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/756\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":758,"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/756\/revisions\/758"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=756"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=756"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=756"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}