Sunday morning, 5 AM or so, I am awakened by a terrible fuss from the duck pen. Since the ducks are right outside our bedroom, this happens from time to time. So, I get up, go outside and throw food at them. Of course, it is still dark and I haven't got contacts in so I really can't see anything. The food shuts them up for a little while, so I go back to bed.
Sunday afternoon, as I was wanting to watch football (see other blog), Bill calls me out to the yard as he had found an injured baby duck and the other one missing. Something had got into our duck cage, eaten the eggs, injured a ducky and eaten another. :-( Our poor little guy. The one who survived couldn't walk on one of his legs. It looked like he might have been able to recover, but the bigger ducks were picking on him, so we put him by himself for a little while. Well, that was a mistake. The whatever-it-was came back and got him later. I guess that was Tuesday night. Bill and I were up and down out of bed three times because of duck noise and trying to "catch" whatever-it-was in action.
Our neighbors enjoy the ducks very much. They keep some live traps around to help keep critters out of their garden and such. They set the trap last night and we caught IT. And my, oh my. It's really ugly...
Yucky! Here's another shot...
Totally icky...
Name that critter!
Opossum! The neighbors are going to "take care of" this catch and set the trap again.
Our five big ducks are safely confined to their "safe" pen until further notice.
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