Goodbye little Milton.

Yesterday I came home around noon to discover that I was missing a duck. I wasn't too concerned because they wander around, but Milton rarely leaves his Lou Lou un-attended, so I figured something was up. He wasn't back by the time the birds were locked up for the night either, and I kinda figured that he was gone. But it was weird, because Ann said she had seen him poking around at ten that morning, and I got home at noon, and he wasn't there. I looked around the yard some today, and that's when I found Opal playing around with something red. Gross. I told her to drop it, she did, and I picked it up. I think it is some sort of duck organ, but I don't know what.

I think the poor guy was taken by a hawk. That's my guess because it happened during the day, and there isn't anything in the yard. No feathers, or feet, or anything! Just some organ that I think a bird might not find to appetizing.

Now poor Lou Lou is all alone. I'm thinking of getting her a new duck friend. The ducks and the chickens aren't exactly friends, they are more like housemates. They get along, but they don't hang. She looks rather forlorn out there all alone. Now I have to decide if I want to get a full grown duck, or raise one! Any suggestions?

Here are a few pictures I rounded up of Milton (back then he was Millie, cause we thought he was a she) as a duckling. Marcus found them fascinating back then, he would watch them take their daily baths and make sure they didn't drowned, and then lick them dry when they got out. Such a sweet guy.

Goodbye Milton, you are missed.