A walk through the pasture at the end of the day brought us upon this…
…our last remaining muscovy duck.
He does have some company. I counted 11 Canada geese along the creek this morning, and spotted a Mr. and Mrs. Mallard pair hanging out in the calves’ winter lot this afternoon.
But our muscovy seems to prefer the solitary, contemplative life… our resident monk.
What happened to the rest of them?
They’ve just sort of died off over the years. Predation, mostly. The occasional stupid hunter. (Not that all hunters are stupid… just the teenage ones that shoot my muscovy duck and claim “I thought it was a mallard.”)