This evening I made a pretty gruesome discovery in the tall grass.
A predator of some sort had killed Phil’s sister, who had been sitting on a nest somewhere deep in the meadow grass. She had not been coming to evening feeds.
Her body was lying there, inundated with maggots and stinking to high heaven.
Phil is now the last of clutch.
Of course, I didn’t waste the body. I put her remains near the trail camera to feed whatever carnivore comes that way.
We’re like the Copenhagen Zoo here. Death is not wasted.
It just can’t be.
Natural History 