She called out “carrion” and dived. He thought she said “carry on” and
for two strokes he flew on. Her position was always a little below, a little to the
right. That space was now empty. He watched her circle down. The kill was off
to the side, not in the middle. Easy pickings, no traffic. It annoyed him that she
always saw the food first, first to dive, first to eat. The others had started to caw
and drop. It was a Squirrel, large, gray. Body split open, guts strewn. Easy
pickings. Carrion.
David A Jefferson, DVM