Raven's Breakfast
No, she is not asleep. This is how I discovered her this morning, in the woods near the dog park, dead. Freshly dead at that. There was a fly or two buzzing around, but when Master finally tracked me down I overheard him say she wasn't ripe yet. Turns out poor mother was a few tens of feet away, lying down, forlorned. We didn't see any wounds on this calf, and she was too far from the road to have been struck by a car, though I suppose she could have been hit and wounded, then struggled here to die. But no evidence of that path. Maybe disease got her. It's not uncommon for calves to perish in winter from malnorishment or outright starvation, but in summer?
Master was angry with me when I kept running back into to the woods for another look. I just couldn't help myself, you don't see something like this everyday, even here in Alaska.