Gone

I got home a bit late yesterday, the ducks were gone, and the yard was terribly quiet. In this weather, the ducks like to browse around the commons for worms and bugs, so I thought nothing of it. Then I saw our champion drake all torn up and bleeding out.


(That's him in the center. -In better days.)

We took him to a vet, but all they could do was put him down. The wounds were consistent with a dog attack

I surmise that a lose dog mauled him, took his bum-footed mate, and the Campbells flew off. One Campbell returned this evening, so I can't be far wrong.

I'm not sad or angry. I'm just burning a lot of energy analyzing how this happened, preventing it from happening again, and comforting Missus.

By the way, Missus has a much better account. Please go read it. (She could really use some condolences.)