You have reminded me of the day one was hit by a car in my area. I mustve drawn the short straw that morning at coffee, because I was instructed to go rescue it.
As it emptied it's entire digestive system on me, I realized the stories I had heard were true. Vulture got to sit in his crate, while I showered and changed clothes. I figured he didn't have anything more to hurl at me from any of it's body orofices, so I would have time to get him settled and I could stay reasonably clean for a short while.