Monday, August 23rd
You may want to simply glance through this post. I wanted to write about it, to work it through. The day was cloudy, and the crows were noisy. I heard them, and thought I should go see what they were upset about. The turkey vultures were even more upset, as they flew over the house. They are large, their wingspan is about 170cm, I counted 9 soaring in circles in a cloudy sky. vultures
And they continued...
We'd lost a fawn. The cars just whip by, and the poor thing was hit in the rump. It would have been quick. We have had a doe with one fawn, and another with two. I hoped it was one of the twins.
The crows were going after the carcass, and the turkey vultures were watching from up in the trees. Crows cannot harvest an intact animal, I have read. They don't have the beaks for it. This carcass had injuries, which they exploited.
I was so surprised. They were afraid of the highway, I think. Or the crows.
It bothered me all day. Since the vultures and the crows were so agitated, I thought I should move the carcass. Usually, the county is pretty quick to pick up roadkill, but by the afternoon in sweltering heat... I had to do something. I changed into dirty clothes, grabbed the big wheelbarrow and heavy gloves, and went to the highway. It stunk so badly. It was just gruesome. I don't know how people can do this. The smell stayed in my head all afternoon and evening. I couldn't eat lunch. I did manage dinner.
I'd placed the carcass on Oliver's Lot (below), and set up a trailcam in front of it. I decided to be curious, and see which clean-up critters turned up. If you look closely, you can see the trailcam on its tripod. You can't really see the carcass.
The vultures took some time and moved off. They are majestic, with their graceful flights, soaring in circles in the now blue sky. I wondered how long it would take. You can recognize them by the 'finger tip' ends of their wings.
