I once came across a buck lying in the middle of my driveway. It was curled up in a weird way with one of its legs wrapped behind the back of its neck. Since it was only a few meters off the road, I assumed it had been hit by a car, and I got out of my vehicle to drag it to the side so I could pass. As I approached, I realized its eyes were open and it was breathing. Suddenly, it struggled to its feet, then very clumsily bounded into the woods. It was funny to watch it run away in its state. Even wasted those things can move. It was also a relief not to have to deal with the corpse. I've "buried" more than one deer before.

Friends of mine who owned a farm ripped out a pile of self-sown giant weeds, emphasis on "weed", from seeds that had blown across from their neighbour's place and threw them onto the compost pile. Where their goat found them later that day.

This led to amusing stories of a goat splayed out on the ground with legs in every direction looking up at them as if to say "what have you done to my legs?".