A thing the cowboy state has to offer is one of the highest suicide rates.
The Dark-eyed junco (Junco hyemalis) with 48,800 square miles of public land available chooses I-25 N to flit about; it’s a chickens game. The antelope and deer play too, cases of mistaken identity.
A ranchers dreams of jumping from the Rocky’s are followed by night terrors of the unending fall. With enough whiskey nightmares become indistinguishable from reality.
Back out on the interstate the fowl blizzard continues. A driver does not hesitate, and neither does the bird. If you’re a betting man and you put your money on the car then get to the other side and collect your proceeds.
It’s hard to daydream with a hangover and when the only cure is the poison, drastic measures must be taken. The guns in WY beg to be used and the gentlemen kindly oblige.