Years ago near sycamore canyon in unit 8 we found a 6x6 bull that had a hind leg wedged between two small tree trunks that crossed. He had been dead for a few weeks but had thrashed so much he had dug a heck of a crater where he lay. He moved a lot of earth trying to get out.
Secondly, happened to be looking out the back window at dusk when an owl swooped down to grab a pet rabbit at a friend's house. That's when I learned about real rabbit distress sounds. And they learned why rabbit pens are important.
