This reminds me of a story told by my old uncle on a farm he had in Nova Scotia. He used to tell a story about rats getting into the barrels of feed, which was a problem. However when the feed got down maybe 2/3 of the way in the barrel (here comes the gruesome part) the rats couldn't jump out, so along he would come with his 4-tine pitch fork and skewer one on each of the tines. Then he would throw them, dead, out into the yard. Much to his amazement, he thought they were somehow coming back to life, as he would go into the house, come out again, and they would all be gone! Well, he tried it again, laid the dead rats out in the barn yard, went in the house, and watched. What he saw was the hugest ravens, or maybe crows, he had ever seen in his life, and there are some big ones around here, latching onto these free meals, and hauling them off for him!