I have been wandering around my house all day, stewing about the loss of my duck, Too. The waterfowl is all upset at having to be locked up, so each time I go outside I get an earful of their griping. My goose, Frenchie, is especially distressed because Too was her closest companion, so she has been screaming her head off all morning. She was especially loud a few minutes ago, so I went outside to make sure nothing was amiss.
I was STUNNED to see Too walking around outside the fence. Absolutely untouched. Not a feather out of place. She was quacking madly about not being able to get into the duck yard and Frenchie was screeching at the top her lungs trying to get Too into the yard. It was a couple minutes of very happy madness. Too has been reunited with the flock, and is chowing down on some treats as I post this.
I have no idea where she could have possibly been. I am thrilled she is back. I am shocked that she survived the night out in the open. I am thrilled she is back. I am hopeful that all the work I did to remove the heavy brush on my neighbor's land is going to prove an effective deterrent to the predation issues I am having. Have I mentioned I am thrilled she is back?
My day suddenly got about 10X better.
