Well, we were down to three ducks yesterday. The garden gnome has clearly struck again, and I was greatly saddened to see another duck missing from the flock. Then last night, we heard a great commotion (that's what I'm calling it) and my husband rushed outside and discovered only one duck in the yard.
We were devastated, of course. We love our ducks and their crazy antics. We started with eight ducklings and after a minor mishap with a large dog paw, found ourselves with seven. And for months, we had seven happy, devious, plotting ducks wandering the yard quacking at their own jokes and making the farm a happy place. Then the damn psycho gnome moves in (or a fox as some unbelievers have suggested) and suddenly we had one sad, lonely duck.
A little later, another duck showed up, like he'd taken cover in the melee, (leaving the female to fend for herself like a typical male...duck) and now we have two. From eight ducks to two in less than a year. We clearly need more ducks. And probably a bigger gnome trap. I guess it's back to the drawing board and the ACME website to search for traps. I was really hoping we just had a wiley coyote in the area. Everyone knows they can't catch ANYTHING.
Until the next time...I'll be getting a stronger electric charge for the fence.