First three now six Turkey vultures are lunching on a fawn carcass in the lawn beyond the meadow. I did not hear the kill, which must have happened last night. The killer had to be big suggesting coyote, but I have not heard any of late. Then again, my night time hearing might be aging with the rest of me. Indentations in the grass show either the point of the kill and then some dragging of the prey or a struggle before death.
The killer carted away the hind quarters. The vultures cleaned up the torso.
This sets a predation record here — at least in my tenure.