We kept seeing this Golden Eagle around the rock farm, for a week or 2. Always hunting, always watching. One morning the water truck driver who got around the yard more than the rest of us says "Hey! I got a good look at the Eagle. He's sitting on top of a power pole across the street." An hour later the power flickers and causes shutdowns all over the yard as mag starters drop out burying machinery all over the plants. "I found what killed the power." says the water truck driver. There was a smoking brown carcass at the bottom of the power pole. :(
