Yesterday afternoon, while we were up at the house site working on cutting and stacking firewood, our little blind duck, Helen, disappeared. The ducks were in their little outdoor pen area, not locked in their house, which we never do in broad daylight, and when we returned, there was no trace of Helen. No feathers scattered on the ground nor any other sign of a struggle. The outdoor pen has netting above to keep out flying predators and a chicken wire fence to keep the ducks in. We know that the fence is not raccoon-proof but, because raccoons are supposed to be nocturnal hunters, we didn’t think there was any danger from ‘coons in the daytime.
Even though, as a blind duck, Helen would not have survived even one day if she had been born in the wild, we are still saddened by her loss. Forrest, her lame companion (probably a male, judging by the feathers) seems to be even more saddened by her disappearance. He has not touched his food since Helen went missing and mostly just lies inside the house and does not venture out at all.