Last night we lost a young male duck to a fox. We knew something was up when we heard lots of chaotic duck quacking. I went out to find one of our little females on her own, very obviously upset. I walked her down to the other ducks, to find them running over from the other side of the garden. In counting there were only 5, including the little girl by my feet. That left 3 more to find.
The fact, as a flock animal, that they had been separated, let alone ending up in various parts of the garden when they are just learning to use their wings, instantly alerted us to foul play. We found another duck outside the fence, or should I say she let us know she was there. We now had all the females rounded up but dusk was fast falling. And with dusk comes silence from our feathered friends, which meant it would be impossible to find them if they hunkered down.
We split up, Pumpjack going to the river whilst I headed to where the largest group had been. We were calling and quacking, listening and… silence. And then a barely there, raspy sound, giving me an indication of where to look. One of our males had flown into the neighbours garden. So whilst I tried to comfort an upset duck, Mr P went around and came up behind. He collected him up, passed him over the wall, and I put him in with the very subdued girls in their duck house.
Now it was almost dark and we knew we would not be able to find our other male. We called and called, but this time it was just silence. We hoped the morning would find him pacing outside the enclosure, but alas, not. He was gone. We knew for sure as the day wore on because the ducks remained quiet all day, when they are normally happily quacking their way around the garden looking for treats. They wouldn’t even leave their compound, and the chickens have stood guard in silent commiseration.
PS: For those of you that follow our pet duck Maggie’s antics, she is safely in her nesting box by the cottage door. Her ducklings are now too big to live with her (and she’s having none of it, to say the least!), so they were moved a month ago to the duck house, beside the chicken house, in the lower garden.
I’m sorry. We’ve said it before I know, but nature is so hard.
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Merci. It’s a little easier when one hasn’t named them, and in taking the chance of sounding callus, if it was going to happen we wished it had been a female. We have too many now for our lone male duck. Lucky fellow.
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So sorry. Such a shame. It’s lovely that you take such good care of them
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Aww… its always hard to loose animals.
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I agree. Especially when one sees the reactions of those that made it. It took until the next day for them to make any sound.
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So sorry, it’s never easy. Nature can be so cruel and so giving at the same time. Hope the others recover from the shock quickly (or quackly). Sending hugs.
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Thank you. Yes recovered by the next day. Such is a duck’s life. Pootling about the garden once again, and now our pet duck Maggie is off her nest and joined them.
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