A Zee Fable

Most will be familiar with the fable of the scorpion and the frog. Here is my Zee fable for your morning coffee.
While golfing on Thursday at the Palma Real, and watching for gators to photograph around the small lake, I noticed a large group of vultures on the ground between the 6th green, and the 7th tee. Just as many birds were circling above. Could there be d dead iguana? Why were they gathering? As we got closer I saw that the object of their attention was a mid sized gator, 6 feet or so. They had him surrounded, some with wings spread wide as if to appear more threatening. The gator tried to chase at them, but clearly he was injured, with one leg not working at all. We have seen the gators battle in this pond before, and one was killed a few years ago, and buried where he died.
Our caddie went closer to observe the poor creature, and though he had no visible wounds, seemed badly hurt. I asked him, "How do you think the birds know that the gator is hurt, and not just resting on shore like they do?" In which case it would be likely the vultures would be gator food instead of the reverse. Hubert's response to my question was priceless. "It's their job, it's what they do". I thought then of the scorpion, it his job as well.
Of course we did report the situation to the officials, and we will see today if there is another grave site.