Firstly, when we spoke to the odd goat man to enquiry whether our duck had flown over his wall, he acted very strange. The conversation went like this:
"Hi have you seen our duck"
"duck, what duck"
"our duck, she has flown off somewhere"
Duck what duck"
"A duck, you know feathers, beak, goes quack"
"duck, what a real duck"
"yes, a real duck, have you seen one?"
At this point he got a strange look in his eye, a bit like a fat kid standing at a cake shop window....."no duck's around here" was his reply. Now in all fairness he could just be a little simple, or he did in fact roast my duck and ate her for Sunday dinner!