Looks like I have found a new predator. A game cock we call Edgar that tries to roost in 35' Bradford Pear tree about 7 feet up appears to have died in the tree within a few minutes of getting to his roost site. He was in excellent health and his heart may have still been beating when I pulled him down. Dogs ran over to look up into tree as we approached as they apparently could from some distance something was off. From distance in low light he seemed stretched and standing up. I had to pull him down. My guess he either got hung or impaled in a bad spot on one the many thorns. I can find no sign of blood but puncture wounds do not always have free-flowing blood.
He was decidedly a pet. Now I am going to try and kill every Bradford Pear on the place. Should have had that some some time ago.
He was decidedly a pet. Now I am going to try and kill every Bradford Pear on the place. Should have had that some some time ago.