Dead Pheasant

There is a dead pheasant outside my work.

I saw it as I was walking into the building yesterday. It died a horrible death I'm afraid. At first I thought it was a little sparrow that had run into the glass and fallen dead, upon further inspection I realized that the clump of feathers that I thought was a little bird was accompanied by several other clumps of bird feathers in small little clusters around the bushes... and I thought it must have been a flock of little birds flying into the window. But then I saw the fancy red bird head... all on it's own, lying in the dirt. And I knew there was fowl play at hand indeed. In a small corner of the building, behind some shrubbery, was a pool of blood, some bird seed, and the remains of a beautiful pheasant.

Today it still wasn't cleaned up. 

I stood over the mess and determined that whatever killed that poor pheasant was either one of these three animals:  a man, a cat, or a raccoon

The man would be the creepiest option. But what other animal is smart enough to trap a bird using bird seed?

Now as I walk to my car at night I can just picture a homeless man, crouched in the corner, in the dark, gnawing on bird bones...