R.I.P. Old Lady
Yesterday afternoon I left work early to get home to do some duck chores since the temps were comfortably above freezing. I got home about an hour before sunset, and started to clear out the hen house. Usually when I get home, the ducks recognize me and come up for food, but not always, so I didn’t think much of it when no one greeted me at the coop and demanded their dinner.
As I mentioned, it had been warm, so perhaps they had some good foraging that day.
It wasn’t until almost sunset that I realized something was wrong with them. They were quiet. When I went to the stream to call them up I realized why: Mrs. Loudmouth was missing.
I searched, and found her body, intact, in the water downstream.
I believe that she was killed by a dog. The fact that she was found very nearby, and intact (not eaten) are in line with dog behavior. Everyone will be spending the next few days in the run, in case the culprit returns.
She wasn’t the nicest of the flock, but she was diligent. She certainly didn’t like me, but she eventually came to trust me. When going through my photos for shots of her, I noticed a pattern. She was IN a lot of photos, though not often the subject of the photograph. Instead, she was in the background, watching me. Because she was a good matriarch, and she watched over me closely when I was near the ducklings. When the ducklings were first moved outside, she was very protective of them. If I picked up a duckling, or even moved my hand too quickly to give them treats, she would commence an attack on my shoes. She mellowed out eventually, but always kept a bit of a distance, only eating peas out of my hand in late summer of 2016.