I have an ongoing tree rat extermination program in my yard. This morning I shot three. As always, within minutes, a buzzard showed up to get rid of the tiny corpses. I don't know how they know there is a dead animal waiting for them. Surely the decay process doesn't start instantly. But, they come, take the dead critters into the edge of the woods and feast. They sure ain't pretty but they do an important job.
"Folks is funny critters."
Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so, too. ~Voltaire