You might remember my post from this past summer about our farm being a farm of death.
Well, we are staying true to our name.
Our last, lone duck seemed to be doing well, surviving the freezing weather, keeping our pond clean, coming to the house for an occasional treat of cracked corn and quacking happily to give off the sounds of a nice, complete farm....until.....
Until we woke up one freezing morning to see the pond still frozen (where Mr. Quackers had enjoyed walking on the "water" much to our amusement) to see Mr. Quackers was GONE. The only trace of him was a huge pile of white feathers near the pond.
We are all sad.
I loved watching him out my kitchen window.
My Man loved that he kept our pond clean of algae in the warm weather.
Our kids loved to hear him quack and to give him treats.
I'm assuming there's a happy, fat fox somewhere in the woods that ought to be spanked.
As soon as spring comes, ducklings will be at the top of my purchasing list....AGAIN.