This story started earlier this week, when Anne heard a hawk callout from the backyard. Investigating, she missed the Redtail hawk, but was able to figure out what it had been doing. She found the masticated remains of a squirrel that were draped across our garage roof. Soon after, she began to offer me regular Nice-And-Gentle reminders that I should climb up on the roof and dispose of this dead squirrel carcass. But what with a steady stream of thunderstorms and tornado warnings and someone’s birthday occurring this week, time passed. Fastforward to yesterday, when again after looking out our bedroom window, Anne spied something different. She called to me, “Mark, your yard cleanup crew is working in the back.” We were both able to get pics. Afterwards, Anne suggested that now I could just climb up on a ladder and with a hose wash off what the vulture had left. I am wondering though, what if it wants seconds?