I didn't hit the bird, of course, but a lot of others did hit a lot of other birds. Maybe the locals saw it as an opportunity to thin the numbers of a predator that troubled them in other ways. I don't know. This New Zealand video illustrates how the birds behave...the first minute or so tells the story well enough-they won't leave the meal.
Late that afternoon into early evening an amazingly clear face formed in the clouds right over the lake...all of us saw it, clear as a picture. It was a huge Maori mask...maybe it was Matau. I don't know, but its appearance stayed there for a long time and abruptly ended any further ambition on my part to go see the Milford...several people died that night down the lake. True story, so help me.
See where my mind can go from a few thoughts about some dead birds in Arkansas?