Missing, presumed dead.
Two goslings, completely vanished. No sign of a struggle or a fight with mother goose … nothing.
One dejected goose giving me a single, half-hearted hiss and then giving up. No longer glaring at me, just fixing me with a sad, angry-in-a-hurt-way eye and a few yellow feathers firmly visible under her wing.
Himself fitted chickenwire to the one gap in the trailer; the space between the top of the door and the roof at the rear. He said nothing could climb the trailer, but we figured it was probably a bird. There are plenty of crows about. Even if it wasn’t a rook, we get carrion crows who are prepared to create carrion if necessary and I know they go in the buildings. I’ve caught a crow coming out of the lamb shed before now, stealing creep feed. Farmers have horror stories about crows and newborn lambs and I wouldn’t put it past them at all.
I worried that the goose would starve her remaining gosling to death with overprotectiveness, but at about 9pm, I heard her talking to it as it twittered and in the half-light we could see it having a drink and eating chick crumb as she hissed like mad at us.