As I farm, I learn more and more about the meaning behind common English phrases. Today, “Like a Sitting Duck” became more obvious to me. The above photo is what I found this morning. Our two male ducks were in an area that had been covered in netting until last winter’s snowstorm took the netting down. So I had strung yarn across this area because my understanding is that eagles will not go in an area with less than 6 feet of air space because of their large wing span. This worked for ~5 months. You do not know if a plan works until it fails sometimes. The remaining duck was freaked, trapped in the pen where he watch his brother being eaten. I had to catch hom (terrorizing him further) and put him in with a damaged female duck in the barn. He is so traumatized, he was not even interested in having sex with her.
After this happened, there was another near-crisis. Our two peafowl are never separated, since their hatching. After I got the ducks situated I noticed the blue one was alone, and was calling to his sibling without response. I started panicking that the other one had been eaten like the duck. Or (because they sometimes go in the backyard) by a beagle. So I searched around and found him/her (not sure still what it is) in the hay loft (where they have been living even after we filled it with hay bales). Not sure why she/he separated from his/her brother and caused him such grief. I am thinking about calling them Tweedledee and Tweedledum. What do you think?
Finally, this may be the culprit in the duck murder.