Carrots, Bears, Dead Pigeons

Last night I heard some thumping outside my room.  This morning I noticed that someone had pulled my front license plate off.  The plastic frame was broken and on the ground.  The plate had been folded in half like a taco.  On my way out here, right after I crossed into Tennessee from Virginia, a pigeon jumped into the road and I hit it with my car.  At the next rest area, I fished most of the pigeon out of my radiator.  Obviously, though, I didn't scrape enough of it off my radiator.  A bear frequents this farm at night and eats lettuce.  Could the bear have sniffed out the Tennessee pigeon rotting behind my grill?  I don't know.  The rain put today's work on hold.