Oh no. Just days after I wrote about our duck, patiently sitting on her nest of 14 eggs, I went down to check on her and found a trail of broken egg shells and a sad, stressed duck.
The eggs had all been eaten.
Stoat? Ferrit? Feral cat?
It’s impossible to find the culprit. Or at least I thought it was, until I took the puppy for a walk. He has a terrible case of canine diarrhoea.
Coincidence? I think not.