My husband called me out onto the deck this morning to see a vulture that had landed on the roof of the boat dock. As we watched, he repeatedly swooped our three ducks.
They squawked in terror, and Gilligan, the domestic white duck who's larger than the other two, tried to spread his wings to cover Miss Penny, the small female.
We found Gilligan's white feathers all over the shore later.
Here the vulture tries again...
After a few minutes watching, we ran down to the shore, and my husband stood there to keep the vulture at bay. It finally gave up and flew away.
We can't help but wonder if it'll be back, though.
I imagine the ducks are wondering the same thing.