Bad Day for ducks.

This morning dawned late, with a two hour delay kids were up later than usual. Even Huz put off his work departure for the morning light. (Better to see 4 foot drifts before you hit them). And I laid in, waiting to see if there was truly much snow. There was not, but the snow has started up again in an effort to remedy.
While we slept and the world became more snowy, our ducks again suffered attack. This time, right in their pen. When Middlest went to the barn to do early chores, she found one dead, and the last two severely injured. So sad.
I have the remaining two in Duck ICU, ( straw filled box, under the heater in the mudroom) but wish I had the courage to do them in properly. I don't think I have long to wait for them to die on their own, but still, each minute makes me feel more ill. I have had injured ducks live through attack. Admittedly, these two seem worse off than ones that have survived. Poor Salt, my favorite of the ducks is certainly not long for the box.
So, the trap is again baited with duck. The duck-free trap alone was not inviting enough to catch the next bugger. And I feel frustrated and responsible.
So, bad day for Cate as well. Perhaps tea and a book under blanket in the daybed. Or, maybe some mad weight lifting and a round of kick boxing. Or, both, between trips to the ICU to fret. Clearly, I have a frowny face.

Update: 9pm Both ducks are still alive. I have been nursing them all day, and will continue to do so tomorrow if they are still alive in the morning. If I hold their heads I can get them to drink from a syringe, and I just got them both to eat a little corn mush. They are swaddled in their box, with the heater on in the room- warmest room in the house. At least I know they will have a quiet night, even if death comes it won't be with teeth this time. I hope tomorrow brings a full trap.