About an hour ago, the ducks and geese came running out of the woods, headed straight for the house. Conspicuously absent was our drake. We’ve walked the creek bed and there is no sign of him. Also, the remaining ducks are all huddled under their house, looking rather freaked out. It’s all circumstantial evidence, but I think he was picked off by something this morning, possible while defending his five ladies.
This wouldn’t have happened if Watson was still alive.