Every once in a while when I’m walking around the property, I stumble across something dead. Like the mouse skeleton in the pump house fuse box, for instance.
Today, it was the three pieces of quail. The head. One of the wings. And the back part: tail and 2 feet.
Reconstructed after the fact, it looks like something bit out the intervening parts and moved swiftly on its way, leaving the crumbs.