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Sadly Mabel didn't come into the barn last night, she had begun the same pattern as Maude waddeling off else where than the barn she should of been in with the other ducks and chickens, a safe barn where preditors cant get in. I had a few times caught her about to head out of Gorgons field and was able to usher her into the barn but not last night. She had already bedded down by the time the pigs were finished. There are so many places she could of hidden of which I couldnt find.

So this morning she was not in Gorgons filed waiting to be fed as I walked up to the other pigs to feed. On the way back from pig feeding along the road by the barn the tale tale signs of black and white feathers could be seen, her opertunist attacker must of been around before we were. It's so annoying that she would'nt behave like the others taking themselves to bed in safety. I think she thought she was above the other ducks and chickens, not really mixing with them.

So now we will have to be viligant if the fox, which I suspect it was is getting hungry. We only discussed the other day the lack of rabbits around now since the summer when la Singlarie was teaming with them. The ducks may have to be curtailed from their daily visits to the bottom field and  around as Mr Fox will be lerking, watching and waiting.

I'd like to think Maude and Mabel had a good time here during their short six month stay, they certainly clocked up some waddeling miles.

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