A sad betrayal, indeed. I went out to freshen the waterers, lock everyone up for the night. I have 3 separate pens, so I do the farthest one first, that being where the new chicks are. Then the middle pen, nearly get mugged by hyperactive hens. Got them settled. Finally finish at the nearest pen, which houses five rude teenage roosters and 3- one year old female Mallard ducks. Uh oh, missing 2 ducks. The only duck outside the coop is quacking in distress. VERY upset. Now, I walk with a cane and it's getting dark. Came in for the flashlight and haul DH out as backup for the 2 likely dead ducks. We go into the pen, dodging the bad boy roosters. I very trepidatiously shine the light in the pitch black coop, thinking it's a good thing I skipped dinner. DH is right behind me, he's always got my back. Uhm, good news, bad news. The ducks aren't dead. THEY'RE BROODY!!! I DON'T HAVE A DRAKE!!! Sour, you and I have been friends for a while now. I trusted you, respected you and your unusal abilities. And this is how you repay me? Get that GPS fixed!