It was a dead woodchuck.  He would chuck no wood, because he couldn’t chuck wood.  For that reason the old question was moot.  There he lay when the turkey vultures found him.

They came in large numbers, but only a few came near at one time.  Those would have their disputes, which were not particularly violent nor did they last very long.  The dominant bird would eat first.

It only took a couple of days to remove all signs of Woody’s existence.  While the vulture’s diet seems unpleasant to me, I’m glad to have the clean-up crew on the job.  Soon these birds will head south for the winter.  I’ll miss seeing them soar in the sky overhead.