My wife called me at work about 9:00 am and asked if I knew where the gut pile out by the mailbox came from. I'd slept soundly in the rec room because of a bad cold that I'd self-medicated with rum and herb tea.
I went back home, checked out the bovine sized gut pile, and also found a puddle of blood. In the back yard, a garden bench was broken, a small fir had been girdled with the bark gone and I could see where something had been dragged thru the brush toward the cul de sac.
I called the Sheriff's office and was referred to animal control. The animal control person said that two young milk cows had broken thru a fence about a 1/4 away just before dark. The owners are two sisters in their late '70's. The cows were chased down the road, almost got on to a golf course before they were chased into my backyard where both were caught. One was easily led to a trailer. The other was killed in my backyard, dragged to the cul de sac to a mobile butcher.
I told the animal control person that the butcher forgot the gut pile and when someone came to clean it up, to bring some meat from the butchered cow to replace my garden bench. The gut pile got cleaned up quickly but I received no meat.
I slept thru it all and it all took place about 60 feet from the rec room slider. The morale of the story is when you want to sleep thru anything, drink herb tea and rum.