The aliens didn’t drop them from their spaceships. Humans did. Time to feed the bears.
In the animal kingdom, it’s about as close to “meals on wheels” as one could imagine. Grizzlies, high in the Alberta Rockies and now emerging from hibernation, are on the receiving end of an airlifted smorgasbord.
Helicopters shuttle roadkill carcasses to denning areas still blanketed in deep snow. And with an average of one big game animal run over every day along nearby highways, a fair-share of hefty elk and moose are mixed among dozens of dead deer to make up a varied menu.
Collected by highway maintenance crews and held in cold storage by the Alberta fish and wildlife branch, the partially frozen bodies are slung below choppers and dropped near denning areas along the Eastern Slope between the Montana border and the Crowsnest Pass.
It’s a BEAR BUFFET! It’s a good but expensive use of carcasses with the aim of protecting farmer’s livestock from bear predation.
I could not help but find this insanely amusing, though, when I thought of the head scratching that would occur should someone come across an impact-damaged carcass in the middle of nowhere. Quite Fortean. But it actually HAS a perfectly logical explanation.