We live on a small lot in the city but for many months enjoyed a pair of free ranging Cayuga drakes in our yard. They slept in a dog crate in the garage at night and by day they had a pond and access to several beds of nice greens for forage.
Two weeks ago, when I took the chicken coop down from inside of the garage in order to use the garage for something else, I finally decided to split them up, rehoming the more aggressive one, as both were chasing and biting us constantly in the yard. The one we kept, Jim, was frantic to come inside the garage day and night, where he was no longer allowed, and at sundown he was difficult to catch to put into the large dog carrier outside which served as his temporary sleeping quarters (I have a large sturdy dog house I was meaning to install a door and vents on).
Last night I got sick of playing "catch the duck" at sundown and gave up early and went inside...heard animals outside my window (on the other side of the house) around 11...and this morning found poor Jim's body under one of the apple trees, horribly mangled.
This was entirely my fault. I'm still in shock - my daughter is devastated - and now I'm worried about the chickens we have under our porch whose housing is not 100% secure (again, temporary housing, although wrapped in hardware cloth).
Our poor Jim.
He's the one in front with the yellow bill.
Two weeks ago, when I took the chicken coop down from inside of the garage in order to use the garage for something else, I finally decided to split them up, rehoming the more aggressive one, as both were chasing and biting us constantly in the yard. The one we kept, Jim, was frantic to come inside the garage day and night, where he was no longer allowed, and at sundown he was difficult to catch to put into the large dog carrier outside which served as his temporary sleeping quarters (I have a large sturdy dog house I was meaning to install a door and vents on).
Last night I got sick of playing "catch the duck" at sundown and gave up early and went inside...heard animals outside my window (on the other side of the house) around 11...and this morning found poor Jim's body under one of the apple trees, horribly mangled.

This was entirely my fault. I'm still in shock - my daughter is devastated - and now I'm worried about the chickens we have under our porch whose housing is not 100% secure (again, temporary housing, although wrapped in hardware cloth).
Our poor Jim.


He's the one in front with the yellow bill.
