Let’s Go Outside: Where are you Neville?

23 Apr

_DSC0231It is on days like today that I’m glad I write, that I keep this blog. Because, when something happens, good or bad, it is a way of expressing myself, to unleash emotions, to get those thoughts down on paper or screen, instead of keeping everything bottled up inside.

This morning began no different to any other. I got up, pulled on some outdoor clothes and welly socks, they staggered downstairs (I went on a long walk yesterday, legs were a bit stiff) in order to begin the feeding. Ducks first, then chickens, then four legged varieties before ending with the children and me.

I looked out the front door. No ducks were waiting or grazing on the lawn. I take some food out anyway and a duck starts quacking from the pond. It is 6.15am so I go to distract it, to quiet it down with food. And see the three girls – but no Neville.

Now Neville, despite being a bit of a rubbish bodyguard, he lost his original wives last year, likes to be The Man. He stands proud when the girls feast and lets them eat before himself. When they sleep, he’s on alert, turning his head this way and that. He is never far from their side. Always with all three, or escorting one back to the pond. He likes to herd them.

So the fact he wasn’t with them this morning was a worry. My immediate thought was fox attack. Yet I hadn’t heard anything in the night, none of us had. The females are usually very loud when distressed. And yesterday he was behaving very odd. Walking away from the girls and being on his own. I’ve never seen him do that before. And I’ve spent a lot of time watching them.

I’ve searched the bushes and been all around the pond looking for him. I am hopeful of finding him but also dreading it, because if I do find him, he’ll be dead.

I really hope that Neville went somewhere to die. No drama, no fuss. We don’t know exactly how old he is but he must be around five years. We inherited him with the house two years ago.

Yes, I’m hopeful he went peacefully. But I have a feeling it was a fox. Which means it’ll be back.

Tonight we shall have to take extra precautions.





4 Responses to “Let’s Go Outside: Where are you Neville?”

  1. hencorner April 26, 2014 at 12:53 pm #

    Oh dear, I hope it wasn’t the fox 😦

    • Helen April 30, 2014 at 6:26 pm #

      It was a fox. Neville and a girl have gone. Gutted.

      • hencorner April 30, 2014 at 7:27 pm #

        Oh Helen, I’m so sorry 😦


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