I had to share this hilarious story. This day has been an emotional roller coaster as a duck mom. Our ducks have been enjoying free ranging on our pond and surrounding land for a few months now with no issues, no signs of predators... until yesterday morning. We awoke to our poor little black cayuga Penelope missing skin and feathers on the back of her neck. Miraculously whatever got a hold of her didn't puncture the flesh, but it stripped her neck bare. She's recovering nicely in the garage now. We were nervous about whatever this was getting to our other ducks, but they refuse to come back inside the coop at night, so we crossed our fingers and hoped for the best. We awoke this morning to our blue cayuga, Pickles, missing. Absolutely no sign of her, alive or dead. As I was attempting to lure the last duck into the coop for protection just minutes ago, who do I see waddling down our gravel path toward the coop but Pickles herself? This is over 12 hours since the last Pickles sighting, mind you. She had apparently been hunkered down somewhere to make sure nothing could find her, not even us.