The ducks have been hit.

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One is dead, one missing, for sure.  Several others are listing... favoring one side or another.  They were sheltering and I didn't have the heart to poke around and disturb.  If I had to guess, a dog.  I left the door to their hutch open.  I'm not at all convinced any of them will make it.  Should have fully enclosed, if between time, money, and illness, I am not sure there was any real opportunity.

If any make it, I will keep them enclosed until an enclosure can be developed.  That still isn't absolutely secure, it will just be better.  If none make it, I will start over, if with a different breed, in the spring.  I feel bad, but this is part of the process.  I just dread having to put any birds down, but will if need be.  I don't shirk.

I'm going to check on them.  They may not be able to go in, which... they will be in grave danger, but moving them might well be just as serious.  I didn't hear a thing, though it might have happened while I ran for lunch.  The house is sound resistant though too.  Poor things.  Later.
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As it turns out I lost one hen.  Another hen and a drake are too wounded to move.  Three hens and one drake took shelter in the hutch.  No ducks are missing.  Of the four in the hutch, at least one is wounded.  While I can put animals down, I can't do medical.  Actually I can't do medical on me either.  I don't expect the ducks outside to make it.  I left food near them.  Nothing else I can do.  If they are alive in a few days, and haven't, I'll move them in.  I'm not sure the ducks inside will make it.  Bites are bad things.

So sad for them.  Alone, probably dying.  At least there are two out there.  I wish I could finish the enclosure.  I just can't.