Spackle inspecting our latest cark deercas. About an hour after this, we were walking along far from it when Spackle suddenly caught the scent and raced off, directly toward it. Gross. Fortunately, he came when we called him. The fifth time. Also, we were alerted to this particular bit of "fertilizer" by the golden eagle eating from it. Cap across the street thinks it was probably hit by a car and made it just into our field.