After a nasty mauling during Friday night and early Saturday morning, we removed baby duck from the Gang of Seven and returned him to his solitary existence.  Our grandson was here yesterday, helping us feed the animals.  His solution (apart from the slightly base suggestion that we “kill” the second mother duck who originally attacked “baby”!) was that we brought Mum number two into the run with the Gang of Seven and put Baby with his mother and father drake in the other run. So that’s what we did last night and this morning it’s a Gang of Eight and a happy family (with a bit of nipping by daddy drake) of three.  Let’s hope it stays that way.