Who’s been eating my missus’ eggs? Is it you mister?
22nd April 2012: No, not I! I don’t eat duck eggs: not-guilty mate! And don’t look at me so accusingly … I didn’t do it! It wasn’t me … honest!
It could have been that dead weasel I found yesterday; he would have been partial to a duck egg or two. A fox could be the culprit, too. In fact, there is a whole host of likely suspects living on the marsh. Nothing edible is safe on the marsh these days, matey. The dead weasel was resting quietly on the new green grass of the south marsh yesterday evening: no sign of it today! Weasel has ended up in an animal’s stomach too, just like your missus’ eggs. It’s a hard world that we struggle to live in, and none are more devious and heartless than the marsh predators. If it wasn’t for our canny predators, Wilden Marsh would be overrun with all sorts of critters. A natural balance is important.
If you want my advice, my little green headed beaky friend, your missus will have to be more careful where she lays her eggs in the future.
There are quite a lot of empty duck egg shells littering the south marsh. Egg shells, but no ducklings.